Meanwhile, somewhere in Atratia, a young girl entered her apartment and blankly walked to the middle of the room where she lay down on the bare floor facing the ceiling. Her eyes radiated a very rare maturity. It was very rare because unlike the maturity of a teenager which could be compared with an adult, the depth of her eyes seemed to resemble more of an old woman of over a hundred years of age.
Her name was Aura, she was James' younger sister, Aura Lewis. Despite being only fifteen years old and having a small stature she looked very much exhausted, not like she was exhausted with life but more like she was tired of the weight she was carrying. Along with that was the expression of pain and sadness in her face mixed with a very subtle warmth. All these complexities caused a very confl
