~ Adrain ~
I woke up with my head pounding severely.
I closed my eyes, trying to remember the event of the previous day.
I recalled them one after the other.
Charlotte was attacked by some red-haired girl whose identity still remained unknown to me. Though she confirmed she knew her.
But how?
I sprang up from the bed, recalling she had a cut on her palm while trying to save herself.
I took my phone from the bedside table and scrolled through, searching for her number.
Shit! I didn’t have her contact; we communicated through letters just as she requested.
I climbed down from my bed and headed to the bathroom when I felt a heavier bang on my head.
I walked back to my bed and sat down.
“My goodness,” I exclaimed.
The incident of last night slammed into me. And I clenched my fist.
