Zo opened her eyes; in that brief instance there was a fleeting moment of serenity. A moment owed to those few seconds of confusion as she found herself in a room at the inn. Her chest tightened, drawing breath became almost impossible, as the tears started to stream uncontrollably down her face as the memories of what she had done surfaced.
Her feet could barely carry her quickly enough to the bathroom where she emptied the acidic contents of her stomach. She sobbed between retches, barely able to breathe. Her body shaking violently as she saw the images of death play over and over in her mind. The bloody rain began to fall time and time again, burning her skin where it touched. Even through the memory, the agony she felt was real. She felt its sticky dampness on her skin, and the white-
