In the next second, she heard a loud thud on the other end of the restroom, which brought her out of her dazed state. With unsteady legs, she forced herself to move, to leave this cursed cubicle and flee. She was free now and she needed to run away from this place as fast as she could.
That was what her brain was telling her to do. Run! Get away from here, Now!
With one shaky leg after another holding on to the wash basin, she managed to take a few steps towards the door. She took a few more steps and stopped the moment she saw that man, being held up by his neck, with his blood staining the wall behind his head.
At that moment, she didn't feel anything. She didn't feel angry at him, sorry for him, or any other emotions towards him. She was completely numb. She stared at the man
