Laura’s Point of View.
Looking in the mirror inside the bathroom, I saw a woman who was bothered and guilty, with water dripping from her face and worried eyes. The woman was me.
This is how I looked after losing my entire family. Many things were bothering me every day, so I tried to be a distant and unapproachable person by not showing any emotions.
Isn’t it funny? The person who had made me that way was bothering me right now because I had done something wrong.
I yanked my hair and took a long breath. My eyes widened as I remembered the presence I had seen earlier.
Ignis Elementum…
In frustration, I clenched my jaw. They were on the move, and we were left with no idea what they would do next. What made it even more difficult was that innocent people, including children, were harme
