Mizuki
As Colonel walked out of the barn, his irritating pet trailing behind him like the trained puppy she was, I clenched my jaws in an effort to control the full body tremble that always started in his presence.
I hated him.
He was my worst nightmare. Sometimes, I would still wake up in a cold sweat from dreams that were more like memories. Screams, blood, and pain revisiting me in my sleep. My mother's body lying in a pool of red, my sister's face forever frozen in a silent scream. And Colonel, looming over me like a demon.
More than thirty years had passed since that day, but the memories were just as vivid as they'd ever been. His hair had been a medium brown, still closely cropped, but not the silvery gray he now sported. And his face had been unlined, the picture of youth. Not
