Bab 100: Chapter 100

"I have bad news." A man swathed in a brownish Stuart Hughes tuxedo whispered to the woman who crouched on the seat right opposite him. He placed an enclosed document on her desk, loitering for her to open it. However, the woman's gaze was oddly stiff, as she gawked as though she had seen a ghoul. 

She lifted her right hand, but for some reason struggled to reach for the documents right before her. She was squirming like she knew what was in the documents, but still, her petrified gaze was fixed on the man. Her eyes hastily huddled tears, as she gently savaged her lower lips, with an erratically thumping heart. 

"Who's back?" A tear rolled down her cheeks as memories of times past flickered before her eyes. She recalled it all, the right strings of the piano, that perfect melody that used to make her day, was now nothing but a nightmare. Every tone of the past was maiming her ears and causing tears to fall from her eyes like a cascade. 

"She is back."