Joanna fixated on looking at the door handle that moved with her hands trembling, causing the dagger, which she gripped tightly, to shake as well.
Taking a few steps away to maintain her distance from the door, Joanna pointed her dagger forward as she faced the door, ready to plunge the dagger at any stranger who had forcedly entered the room.
At such a fraught moment, Joanna could not help but feel downhearted, as peacefulness seemed to be unwilling to stick around her lately.
There was no one day she did not feel worried and anxious since she had the dream that night. Every passing day, the intensity of worry and anxiety felt like it was increasing, to the point where her life was on the edge, just like the previous day when she was in the forest, and even at this present moment.