I sprinted down the stairs, my feet hitting the wooden steps with a frantic rhythm. The screaming and shouting from the floor below didn't stop; if anything, the noise was swelling, growing louder and more chaotic with every second that passed. When I finally reached the entrance of the dining room, I skidded to a halt and saw Miracle. The sight was shocking. Her face, which she usually kept so perfect and pretty, was completely transformed. Her skin had turned a violent, bright red, looking exactly like a hot pepper that was about to burst. Her eyes were puffy, swollen into tiny slits, and she was trapped in a terrifying loop of crying and hacking coughs at the same time.
Then, the most unbelievable thing happened right before my eyes. Miracle opened her mouth, likely intending to let ou
