How she has possibly done it?
She does not know either.
She just did...it.
Again.
Her instincts ruled over her, the adrenaline and the fear of dying as well. Because she does not want to die yet.
Not yet.
Freira slowly opened her eyes, did not expect that she would sleep after the horrible thing she has done. It was the exhaustion consuming her and the disbelief of everything that happened, one after the other within just a short amount of time. She remembered what she has just done to Troy instantly before awareness took over her, before the pungent smell entered her nose, and before the feeling of the wet ground registered on her mind.
She knew.
She just killed someone again.
"Murderer."
She shivered at the word.
Her eyes looked down at her hands—still bloody and still
