EVA LEVESQUE
Nightmares have been something that I have struggled with ever since high school started. Whether I remember it or not, I always wake up sweating and out of breath. However, these days I'm starting to remember small fragments of it.
Those small fragments that I always remember are always nightmares about me dying. In different cases, in different places. But in most cases, I always saw Sigrid there.
Master, you need to wake up now.
Anubis’ gentle and cold voice called out to me. I wanted to sleep some more, I feel like I’m sleep-deprived most days.
Master, you need to wake up.
His annoying voice kept pestering me, and before I knew it, I started to shift uncomfortably in my supposed bed.
“Eva?”
I groaned. The harsh light hit my eyes.
“She’s awake!” somebody called
