I woke up, ears ringing, vision dim. I was tied up in a wooden chair, then I saw a hidden figure moving closer.
âEmma Jones, or Saskia Hunter, what ever name you would like to call yourself. Long time no see, how is the family?â Said the man moving closer to the light.
âDoing good, sorry for your loss, I heard that your father recently passed awayâ
âYour not sorry, it was your fault that he...