HARRIET'S POINT OF VIEW
This story began in a hellish place called Area of the Devils or Area 666. I was considered as a human being that time, and my name was Henrietta Oxford.
As I open my eyes that bloody night, a woman I called 'Mom' and a man I once called as my 'Dad', was taken away. I can hear my neighbors screaming and crying. I can still smell the rusty odor of their blood that lingers through the air. And it gives me chills down to my spine.
I am still a child then. But, I already experienced such thing that I know, that will be engrave in my heart.
At that hopeless night, inside the underground room that my parents made for me, there was a knock from the outside. And that knock is like screaming for my attention.
As the door open, a man with silver hair welcomed me and
