Kapitel 3: Ayla

A year later, 

A middle-aged man in uniform was breathing heavily after running through the corridor of the blue house to escape his nightmare. He grabbed a water bottle from passing by the attendant and tried to drink.

He choked on his water when he got a glimpse of silky brown hair and slender frame in the lobby through a glass wall. He rushed inside a random room to escape the she-devil.

Nevertheless, he went to the wrong room. He ended up almost bumping into another terror - Jason who narrowed his eyes at him. 

Nervously smiling at Jason, he stumbled back and felt like crying when he saw Anya lean against the wall.

The way she dressed and carried herself was brimmed with grace and flawlessness. She was beauty molded to exquisiteness over the years. But her dominance wasn't new to anybody.