Lyra
The first thing I felt when I woke up was the smell of the antiseptic. I don’t know how many times I have been sent to the ward this month anymore. The details that happened before I got knocked out was restored and flow in my mind—making me completely helpless.
I could not even defend myself in that position and remembering it reminds me when the Moonfang had gang up on me all because they think I’m a murdrer, a w***e who sold myself to climb my way to become the Moonfang’s Luna.
There was a lot of people there—yet none of them had lend their hand to stop Elysia from further making trouble. Instead, they just take out their phones to record while their faces were filled with amusement, sneering, and laughing, clearly enjoying that I had been humiliated.
If I knew that t
