It was quiet.
Extremely quiet.
The silence was legit torturing me with each passing second. I felt anxious from it.
Unfortunately, none of us had spoken since entering the scary man's office. All because no one chose to speak first.
It was just the three of us in the office. Raphael, the scary man (our father), and myself.
With the help of a maid, I sat on a sofa across from Raphael who also sat on another sofa in the soundless office.
Whereas the scary man sat on the office chair near his desk, flipping through a stack of papers that I assumed were about the family business.
As the scary man skimmed through a couple of pages, he consistently kept on clicking the top part of his pen, thinking throughout the entire time while we remained silent.
Pretty awkward if you'd ask me.
"..."
'Should I start the conversation? Maybe welcome the man who's apparently my father?'
Thankfully, at last someone broke the silence, but not from what I envisioned the conversation to start off as.
"Raphael, your report."
'Report?'
Without a second later, Raphael instantly reported to the scary man about nonsense I didn't quite comprehend.
"Those bastards ambushed us as predicted. Of course, we took care of it. However, Xavier recognized one of them happened to be the Hellion's underlinings."
"The proof?"
"He had the same scorpion tattoo that represents the Hellions on his neck."
Raphael mentioned with pride and arrogance. It wasn't hard to distinguish it in his tone of voice.
Swiftly, Raphael then snapped his fingers, and someone immediately opened the office door as their footsteps followed along.
It must've been a household worker.
Suddenly, I heard a box being laid on top of our father's desk as they began opening it, revealing something to the scary man that he seemed to approve of in a cold manner.
"Good."
On the other hand, I only heard Raphael give a quick, conceited chuckle to whatever he proudly presented to the scary man as evidence of his claim from earlier.
Without realizing, I crossed my arms and pouted from Raphael's haughtiness.
'Cheeky brat, but I'm confused. The Hellions? What kind of name is that?'
"Roselyn, your report."
Caught off guard, the scary man instantly aimed his attention towards me and expected me to give a quick report as Raphael did a few moments ago.
Although I should've anticipated it.
'I'm sorry, what..? That's no way to greet your daughter, who was in a coma not too long ago!'
Thinking back, I didn't recall Mariana or Sir Edward mentioning anything about reporting my whereabouts and daily routine to my now father, so it left me quite confused.
"..."
Of course, I didn't reply and remained completely dumbfounded by the surprising expectation of his.
"Roselyn? Are you listening?"
"Ah, yes... well, I've been recovering from my coma and loss of memories, s-sir. I believe the family's doctor has already informed you about it?"
The last sentence I muttered was more of a question than a fact.
It merely made sense since I wasn't completely sure if the scary man even knew about the latest news or gave a darn about the children he was neglecting.
Being honest, when I found out I had a father in this life, it filled my heart with so much excitement.
Yet, the new reality instantly shattered my hopes and dreams the minute I found out that the owner of this body was unwanted.
In my past life, I didn't have a father figure growing up because my biological father abandoned my mother when she revealed to him they were both going to be parents.
He left without looking back. Leaving his pregnant fiancé for another.
Of course, as a child, I didn't understand the circumstances, yet continued to smile and appreciate everything regarding the poor environment I grew up in.
Mainly for my strong, hardworking, and beautiful mother.
"Loss of memories?"
"Y-yes...?"
"I didn't hear anything about such a thing?"
The scary man questioned and rapidly raised from his rolling chair.
'Huh? He didn't know? Then how did he know I was awake? Unless he found out that very moment in the bedroom.'
Suddenly, a maid opened the door and walked inside the office. It's as if she already knew he'd request for someone.
"Send Liam over this instant. I don't care if he's busy."
"Yes, Jefe."
With that, the maid left and we waited for Liam's arrival in silence.
Luckily, I didn't dread the silence this time and consumed myself with curious notions. Ignoring the three individuals present.
One, being the scary man. Second, being my psychopath brother. Third, being the household worker who demonstrated the box to the scary man.
Now that I was at peace, I thought and made an imaginary list of the current situation and the kind of universe I spawned upon.
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What I Knew List:
1. My brother is a psychopath, check.
2. The scary man, our father, is a high valued prick who neglected his family and is the so called Jefe, check.
3. Oddly, it seems like I spawned upon some fantasy/action world, check.
4. I possessed the body of a child who was in an incident, which caused her to be in a coma for six months, check.
5. The doctor, Liam, gives me untrustworthy vibes, check.
6. Apparently, people here have superpowers and perhaps I do too?
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'Hmm. What else am I missing?'
Unaware, I played with the edges of the new bandages that a maid helped wrap around my head before arriving at the office, as I immersed myself inside my brain.
As I began puzzling the information I knew about, the scary man pointed out the bandages wrapped around my eyes in a rude and doubtful manner.
"Roselyn, enough with those bandages and take them off. By this time, your wound should've healed up, so there's no use for them anymore."
He stated sternly.
"Huh..?"
"Tsk. Don't tell me you haven't helped yourself heal yet. Why?"
The scary man questioned almost confused, but somewhat disgruntled.
"Don't worry, Jefe. I'll explain."
Before I could even question the scary man's bizarre piece of information, Raphael as always, butted in on our conversation before I could open my mouth to speak.
"Roselyn is merely at it again with another one of her tantrums. Purely, nothing new or any less from her."
Raphael stated in an ill-natured and spiteful demeanor.
I almost, just almost, lost my composure, but thankfully, I remained myself from losing my self-control at Raphael's quick assumption against me.
'What's this brat's problem with me? The audacity of him trying to make me look bad in front of their father!'
At this point, if it would've solely been both us alone in this room, I would've whooped his bum long ago.
He seemed very desperate for somebody to teach him a good lesson. A really good lesson. One that'd bring out an obedient child in no time.
As a somewhat 'glaring' contest occurred between Raphael and I, the scary man's thick and powerful voice ended it quickly.
"Behave."
At that, we both turned away and puffed our cheeks from the annoyance we greatly felt towards one another. Ignoring the fact that the scary man before us is someone we should be intimidated by.
Seconds later, the office door opened, revealing the voice of the man I strongly disliked.
"You called, Jefe."
Liam uttered in a respectful manner. However, he acted way too calm for the harsh tone the man he worked under used.
"Explain to me why my youngest child claims to have memory loss? Or why I haven't been told a single word about it?"
Without a second wasted, Liam swiftly started explaining himself.
"My apologies for not informing you in advance on the news, Jefe. Unfortunately, the man I sent out to deliver the news a week ago was killed on his way to your location by the Hellions."
When no words were spoken by the scary man, Liam took this as an indication to proceed with his defense.
"I discovered this after questioning one of their underlinings, as they quickly revealed the classified information a few seconds under the slim torture I gifted them in return for their... kind visit."
Liam exposed with a clear voice, but emphasized the last two words.
'Did he say someone got tortured and killed? Am I hearing things? Please tell me he's joking...'
"That doesn't clarify why Roselyn claims to have memory loss, Liam."
"Yes... about that, Jefe..."
Instantly, an old man's familiar raspy voice made an announcement by cutting in between Liam's hesitancy and taking everyone's attention with the door being abruptly slammed open.
"Pardon me for the intrusion, Jefe. However, as an old man who pledged my loyalty to the family 30 years ago, I request to speak on this matter alone with solely you, Liam, and the Young Miss."
Hearing Sir Edward's old and raspy voice, it was like I took a breath of fresh air as I let out a sigh of relief. I felt at ease knowing he seemed fine after the previous chaotic events caused by Raphael.
Even so, I wondered why Sir Edward particularly wished to speak with us alone. Did he perhaps have bad news to tell? Or perhaps something else?
"Sir Edward, what brings you here?"
Liam questioned, slightly exasperated.
"For a reserved old man, you sure ask for quite a lot, Sir Edward."
The scary man directed, but not in an irritated or angered manner. If anything, Sir Edward's request amused him as he ignored Liam's question.
"My apologies, Jefe. However, this is an urgent matter I'd like to speak with you involving the Young Miss of that day."
Sir Edward emphasized at the end, also ignoring Liam's question and presence.
"You may leave."
No longer than mere seconds, a pair of footsteps quickly rushed out of the office followed by the click of a door that closed and echoed throughout the walls.
'The heck? Why'd they leave in such a hurry? It's not that serious, right?'
"Raphael, the order was meant for you to exit as well, so take your leave. Unless you wish to disobey me any further."
The scary man warned in a chilling tone.
"Forgive me, Jefe, but I wish to know more about the incident involving... my dearest sister. After all, I'll be inheriting your position one day."
Raphael responded effortlessly. To my surprise, the scary man agreed with a quick scorn and carried on with what Sir Edward wanted to speak urgently about.
"Speak."
It was all it took for Sir Edward to reveal to everyone in the room on alarming and shocking news.
"I'll make it quick and clear. There's a traitor walking amongst us."
Sir Edward announced.
"A traitor? How could there be a traitor roaming around freely without getting caught by anyone for this long? Sir Edward, I think your old age is taking effect on that brain of yours."
Liam stated, but the venom hidden in his words was obvious to anyone who paid close attention. However, everyone in the room took it as a normal and a expected reaction from him.
'A traitor? Why would there be a traitor? A traitor on what exactly?'
For some reason, I got the most eerie and gut-wrenching feeling at their present conversation and the previous conversations from before.
"Hmm. Is that so? Care to explain, Sir Edward?"
The scary man questioned in a deep and stoic tone—causing shivers across my body and spine.
"The Young Miss... when I came across her on that day, she had told me she'd been instructed to head over a prohibited place. A location near the Hellion's trading business."
Suddenly, the ground trembled from the unknown, but settled down seconds later. Then, a powerful voice belonging to the scary man commanded the old man to proceed.
"Go on."
Without further ado, Sir Edward continued.
"I found it quite strange since it's a forbidden area known to all the houses, but she insisted it was a must because... you had sent the Young Miss there for a mission."
Sir Edward explained, but took a long pause as he awaited for his master's reaction to the unbelievable news.
Like always, I fell upon my imagination and sigh worthy thoughts. Deluding myself into believing I spawned upon an action or superhero universe.
A typical reaction of mine.
'A mission? Are we some sort of spy or undercover agents? And with darn superpowers!? Hold on.. perhaps, we're superheroes like in the comics and movies! Am I in training as we speak of? That's exciting!'
Mentally, I yelped with excitement and imaginary sparkling eyes, completely unaware of the darkened expression on the scary man's face.
"I see there's someone who's stupid enough to want to die so early on and not in the most pleasant way. Don't you think so, gentlemen?"
The thick voice snarled as the owner of it walked around the desk and leaned on it. His aura emitting extreme peril and a threatening energy, which zoned me out of la la land.
The scary man, my father, perfectly described the definition of a person you wouldn't want to mess with whatsoever. He gave the vibes of a mafioso boss from the young adult books I read about in my previous life.
At that, everyone in the room stilled and didn't say a single thing. We knew that if we said or made the wrong move, something unpleasant would take place.
However, there was one particular individual that was an exception to the wariness. The person being Raphael.
"Hah. Really now? I'm not surprised some imbecile would try to betray us, yet I have no doubt about who it may be."
Raphael jeered, amused at the news. Not having the slightest care or worry about the situation, yet I could sense his gaze aiming in my direction for unknown reasons.
On the other hand, the scary man merely stayed silent alongside Liam, which I found odd since Liam always had a lot to say.
Moments later, the scary man spoke again and directed his attention to another topic. A topic regarding my bandaged condition.
"Sir Edward, we'll speak about this matter later. Right now, my focus is on Roselyn's situation. So Liam, care to explain my daughter's condition?"
At his dismissal and questioning, the atmosphere instantly turned nerve-wracking. Truthfully, a part of me slightly felt bad that the scary man's beaming eyes were aiming at Liam.
"Why isn't she cured from her eye injury like the wounds on her body? And why does she claim to have memory loss? That's the mere reason I have you as the best doctor here in the first place, is it not?"
The scary man questioned as each question became more hostile from the conjecture of Liam's unclear response. I merely stiffened and felt goosebumps appear on my skin from the intense interrogation.
'What the heck! This guy is terrifying! I need to remind myself not to try and piss him off in the future.'
To my surprise, Liam was quite calm when being asked viciously about the wellbeing of the scary man's daughter I possessed.
"Jefe, I apologize for what I'm about to reveal to you."
Liam voiced dramatically.
"The Young Miss... she.. she has amnesia. It was caused from the incident back in the Hellion's territory. As for her eyes, she should be recovered from it by now."
Instead of being horrified and devastated by the traumatic condition of his daughter like a normal parent, the scary man merely ordered Liam to examine my eyes and prove his medical skills.
"Then, take off the filthy bandages and prove it, Liam."
"Yes, Jefe."
At that, I heard Liam approach me.
I sensed him kneel to my height level as I remained sitting on the sofa shortly before he spoke in a tranquil tone.
"Young Miss, I'll be taking your bandages off. Let me know if anything hurts or feels odd when you try opening your eyes."
"Ah, y-yes..."
Immediately, I felt self-conscious sensing everyone's gazes focusing on me as Liam gently began unwrapping the bandages off my head.
Moments later, my head was bare and free from any soft material protecting my eyelids. With hesitance, I hardly opened my eyes, but quickly closed them shut from the fear of feeling the same shooting pain from beforehand.
'Crap! I can't help fearing feeling the exact burning sensation when I first tried to open my eyes! It hurt so much!'
As I gripped the sofa for dear life, the gentle hand of someone laid it on top of my head and spoke.
"It's alright, Young Miss. I'll be right here beside you if anything hurts. Grab onto my hand if you need to squeeze something. Take your time."
Sir Edward encouraged me with a tender voice to comfort my wavering mind. Of course, it'd be my sweet old man to the rescue.
With Sir Edward's encouragement, I felt brave enough to open my eyes this time around, regardless of the potential pain I'd feel.
Subsequently, I slowly opened my eyes with my head tilted downwards facing my lap.
To my surprise, instead of seeing pitch black or a blurry vision, I saw the figure of a small child wearing a cute fluffy dark-blue dress and shiny black ankle strap flats.
The small child being myself. The body I awoke in and possessed. It was strange to see and mentally process.
"Y-Young Miss! Are you alright? Does it hurt anywhere??"
Sir Edward asked heavily concerned as he slightly jolted out of surprise at the sight of tears falling down my chubby cheeks. I didn't even notice when I shed tears.
'Huh? I'm crying? I didn't even realize it! How embarrassing!'
At that moment, I wanted to smack myself from the embarrassment I felt for crying in front of an awaiting audience, yet I didn't do it. I only wiped the tears away by pretending to rub my eyelids for a better focus.
I eminently hoped nobody else in the room noticed my crying state besides Sir Edward, but his previous words were enough for them to take a hint.
"It's okay, Sir Edward! I'm fine! I'm just a little emotiona—!"
I tried to reduce his concern, but I couldn't finish my sentence because of the stunning sight in front of me when I glanced up.
My jaw simply dropped in awe as I witnessed the most handsome and majestic human beings I laid my eyes upon. They were more unreal, unlike the males in my past life.
'WHAT THE HECK!?? YOU'RE TELLING ME THESE SEXY MEN EXISTED SOMEWHERE IN THE UNIVERSE??!'
Like the lens of a camera, my eyes captured every single detail and perfection that these men beheld. I didn't let my ability to see become a waste as I wanted to engrave their physical features from the back of my mind.
I couldn't help myself. It was a womanly need and a pure blessing.
With hungry-filled eyes, the first person who caught my eye was an elegant man with silver-blue hair and eyes.
He looked magnificent.
The man possessed a cold-hearted gaze and ferocious facial features. His body containing thick muscles and a small waist with broad shoulders.
In general, he had an amazing build and a tall structure. The legit definition of a man. A roughed up and dangerous-looking one. A delicious and scrumptious meal.
Shortly, my gaze moved to a short figure standing at a distance from the silver-blue-haired man. A short kid. The most beautiful child and boy I've seen in my entire existence. Essentially, in my past life.
Regardless, I could care less about the boy. If anything, my eyesight and attention were focused on the men inside the office. Only on them.
Swiftly, my eyes began scanning the other two men. An older man and a younger man.
For sure, the younger man had to be Liam because of the white and long coat he wore. The exact attire of a doctor. As much as I disliked him, I had to admit he was extremely good-looking.
His eyes were a light-blue and fox-like. His long black hair complemented his pale skin and features. Especially that darn beauty mark on the right side of his chin. Don't even get me started on his body.
It was big, wide, and muscular.
They were built like they were in the military. Even the older man, who had grayish-hair and silver-eyes. No doubt he was Sir Edward.
One thing I noticed about the gorgeous males was their tattoos, which made them look more attractive. Their exposed neck revealed the ink on their skin even if they wore a royal-blue-colored suit that covered their gorgeous bodies minus Liam.
'May the heavens have mercy on me.'
However, my adventure was cut shortly after Raphael had taken notice of my awed expression and mesmerized stare.
"Well, well. It's clear you can see based on the look on your face, little sister. I suppose this discussion is over. How fortunate."
Raphael sarcastically briefed with a sly mien before turning his attention to the silver-blue-haired man.
"Good work, Liam."
The man that I once thought was scary praised the handsome doctor as Liam bowed momentarily in response.
It was obvious to me that the silver-blue-haired man was our father. An influential figure around here based on his title and powerful voice.
Even so, I heeded the different shade hues of the boy and the handsome man's hair color. Raphael had a darker tone of blue whereas the handsome man had a lighter tone.
Suddenly, Sir Edward's voice distracted me from the interesting observation I made of them.
"Young Miss, how are you feeling? Do your eyes hurt or sting? Do you feel any pain? A minor discomfort?"
Sir Edward's tone of voice contrasted a lot of worry and concern for my wellbeing. It truly warmed my heart hearing it.
Immediately, I turned my gaze away from the two blue-heads toward the older gentleman as I gave him my full attention. As I did, I saw him kneeling on one of his legs. The exact position I envisioned him to be before I opened my eyes.
Sir Edward's face contained a very gentle and serene expression that I felt oddly protected by. His gray eyes told me he'd be there for me without any words being shared between us.
In some way, Sir Edward reminded me of James Luthien. The old photographer from my previous life who showed me the way of the modeling world. The man I considered a grandfather.
It felt strangely nostalgic.
"Not at all, Sir Edward."
I simply replied with a soft gaze.
"Roselyn."
The silver-blue-haired man spoke, bringing my attention toward his direction.
When I laid my eyesight upon his figure, I noticed the man drew closer to where both Sir Edward and I were. He seemed serious about what he was about to say.
"Do you truly not remember anything?"
He asked, but I could hear the slight waver in his voice as he kept a straight face.
"Um.. yes. I truly remember nothing. It's as the Doctor said, I have no recall of who I am or anyone. No memories of the past, only until the day I awakened from the coma."
I hesitantly told him what I believed would be the possible outcome of his daughter's unfortunate incident in another life. However, I only hid the brutal truth of her death in this life and lied to him, which I slightly felt guilty for doing so.
I expected him to reply with some sort of sympathy, but I got nothing. Merely his silence and unreadable reaction.
At our father's silence, Raphael took this chance to speak about a question I've been dying to hear for centuries.
"Jefe, what shall we do about Roselyn's 'loss' of memories?"
Raphael voiced, waiting for the expressionless man's stoic order.
Thankfully, the handsome man reacted this time, but replied with news I wasn't looking forward to ever hearing.
"It'd be best if Roselyn were to know about who she is and who we are right now, but that'll have to wait until tonight. There is business I must attend to right now, so everyone's excused."
The handsome man announced. He simply sighed and rubbed his forehead, displaying his stress about explaining the situation to his amnesic daughter.
'No! Not again! I can't be left with zero clues and answers about my orientation! That's just bizarre at this point!'
I inwardly cried in desperation at the cruelty of the man's words.
However, while I was having a fleeting mental crisis, the silver-blue-haired man spoke to the three nearing males in a hushed tone as they observed me.
"Find out who the traitor is and don't leave any trace of it. That's an order."
With that, they simply gave a swift nodding motion and went their separate ways.
Shortly, I snapped out of my mental crisis as Raphael walked out of the office and gave me one last glance. Before I knew it, Sir Edward appeared in front of me again.
"Shall we take our leave, Young Miss?"
Sir Edward asked, displaying a gracious smile. He looked down my way and leaned his arm for me to take ahold of.
No surprise, every worry and frustration that I had beforehand vanished with just Sir Edward's presence. I could even picture a halo floating above his pushed-back hair.
"Why yes, thank you, Sir Edward."
I thanked him and returned the polite smile to his kind gesture. For him wanting to escort me out of the office like a true gentleman would do.
Wiggling off the sofa, I took ahold of Sir Edward's wrist instead of his arm because I couldn't reach it yet and walked toward the white fancy carved-out door.
When we reached the door, Sir Edward opened it with his other free hand and led the way out, but we paused when we saw Raphael. He was leaning his back against the wall like he'd been waiting for someone.
Right on time, Liam walked out of the office and approached Sir Edward with a serious gaze.
"Sir Edward, we need to take care of a few things the Jefe has instructed us to do. I'm sure the Young Master can help the Young Miss in finding her room."
"Yes, I understand Liam."
With no words being shared between Sir Edward and me, I simply gave him a smile and nod of understanding as he did the same.
"If you'll excuse us, we'll be taking our leave now, Young Master and Young Miss."
Liam notified as they both quickly bowed and walked the opposite direction of where we both stood.
Truthfully, I didn't want to be left alone in Raphael's hands. Mainly, having to trust his guidance to escort me back to my room with no problem or malicious intent hidden.
After all, his previous actions gave me a good sense of reason to expect zero goodwill from him. Clearly, he had an unfinished beef with his younger sister that I knew not a single thing about.
'It's okay, Roselyn. Just act like he doesn't exist. Ignore him, even if he has plenty of snarky remarks hidden up his tiny sleeves. He's only (maybe) taking you back to your room.'
I assured myself to soothe the inner beast inside of me from unleashing by just his mere presence standing beside me.
Luckily, the heavens heard me because Raphael simply motioned his head for me to follow him without hesitation or a protest against the idea of it.
As we walked past various hallways, my eyes roamed around the eye-catching men standing at every entrance and exit of the mansion—securing there wouldn't be any intrusion or any unwanted guests.
It is bizarre how many handsome men in fancy royal blue suits were present. I knew for a fact, in this lifetime, my new family was bawling with an immense amount of wealth.
There was no doubt in my mind that we owned a private island of some sort.
'Sheesh! We're filthy rich, rich! No wonder my darn brother is such a snotty and rude brat!'
I gaped and stared at the luxury surrounding me with twinkling eyes.
Admiring the beauty and architecture of the huge mansion that contained an elegant and modern structure, yet maintained a simple and neat design.
'Look at this darn place! It's so enormously gorgeous!'
Immediately, my admiration to the lavishness was cut short in an abrupt manner as I bumped into Raphael's unmoving figure.
"Why'd you stop so suddenly? You could've at least warned me beforehand. Is there something wrong?"
I asked, restraining any hint of annoyance in my throat. I simply kept a straight smile while rubbing my nose from the sudden impact of it clashing with the backside of his expensive-looking designer attire.
Still, Raphael remained quiet and unmoving from his spot, which worried me for his wellbeing.
"Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell? Are you injured? Was it the fight from earlier!?"
I panicked and quickly jumped around him to examine his figure for a single injury. Grave or minor. It didn't matter.
"How long are you going to keep this shitty act up, huh? Until you get what you want? I'm getting sick of your childish antics, so answer me honestly, Roselyn."
Raphael confronted in a cold tone. Harshly, he smacked my reaching hands away from him and glared at me.
'The heck? What's his problem??'
At his hostile attitude, I purely glared back as I spoke.
"I don't know what you're talking about. An act? Are you serious? Look, I truly remember nothing or anyone, so I'd appreciate if you quit attacking me whenever you please. I'm getting sick of your childish antics, Raphael."
I hissed at him. I was getting over his obnoxious insults and harassment against me. Tired of whatever their past sibling relationship beef was before my possession.
At that moment, I frankly regretted not thinking of stopping Sir Edward from leaving me with Raphael.
"Oh, please. Don't act like you don't know who we are, Roselyn. We're the only bloodline of the Bleu Rosén Mafia House. The rulers of Grunge City. Does it ring any bells?"
Raphael apprised in utter disbelief. He scoffed at my statement, yet the information he spilled out appalled the living crap out of me.
'What. Did. He. Just. SAY?!?'
"..."
"Tsk. I suppose you truly fried that useless brain of yours. Not that it was much clever than beforehand. Disappointing as always."
He insulted in a rude and disapproving manner, but I paid him no mind. It was impossible for me to give him a single ounce of attention.
Not after what I heard.
Without showing a single care or concern in the world, I bolted out far into the infinite hallway and left a perhaps bewildered Raphael by himself.
Even so, I ran and ran past various hallways as I lost sight of where I was going. My mind and vision were hazy to the extent of not counting how many times I took an abrupt turn.
I solely stopped running when my short legs couldn't keep up anymore. I took many deep breaths before I approached a metallic vase filled with blue roses so I could see my reflection.
Instantly, my eyes widened, and I stepped away from the vase as I observed the mansion before me. I faltered from the shock that was revealed to the naked eye.
Stunned, I examined every single detail and description of the novel that appeared to be in my surroundings and line of vision.
'There's no way! Please tell me I'm dreaming. Please tell me that this is all a sick misunderstanding or hallucination of mine.'
Unfortunately, that was far from the beginning of my deadly and pitiful voyage in the world I was thrown into by a mysterious celestial.