'Will she think I'm weird too?' Claire thought, remembering how Sharon had looked at her in disbelief when she tried to explain what had happened.
She replayed her memory—of herself standing in the middle of chaos, surrounded by dead bodies, while the sky above turned blood red.
"In the middle of that chaos, I saw someone. A young man in a long robe, standing on the execution board."
She felt her lips begin to tremble, but she held it back.
'Sharon doesn't even believe me,' she thought bitterly. 'How could Eliza believe me? Even I sometimes feel like it was a nightmare that didn't make sense. '
Claire swallowed, trying to distract herself from the feeling.
"He… he just stood there, like he was watching everything."
Claire shook her head, hugging herself as if trying to shield herself from the memory.
"I don't know who he was, but he saved me."
