"What are you, Gina?"
Mary's voice sounded distant to me, like it came from the other side of a storm.
I stared at her, then at the two maids lying on the floor. It's blood, scratches, torn skin, and broken fingernails. One woman was sobbing uncontrollably.
The other kept clawing at her own arms despite the blood dripping onto the marble floor.
"What happened?" I whispered.
Neither maid answered, but they looked terrified. Terrified of me. I took a step backward.
Mary grabbed my arm immediately.
"Gina. What happened to you?" Her face had gone pale. "I don't know," I replied.
The corridor began to fill with people, who stared and whispered.
"No."
One of the injured maids, Fiona, suddenly pointed at me.
"No..."
Her voice shook violently. "Keep her away from me." The second maid b
