Lighting cracked through the sky illuminating Aina’s fear-stricken face, the most feared villan was now clinging to her doorframe soaking the floors with rain dripping from his clothes. Red liquid poured from a wound in his stomach that he held tightly.
“Aina” The Villan half whispered her name. His voice shaking as if he was about to cry.
She stood stunned, how does he know my name? She was un...