บท 218: The Feeling of Death...

*Yawwwnn*

In a dark, fancy, well kept, deep blue velvety room of massive proportions, a loud, female yawn was heard all around, followed by the rocking and slight creaking of a chair that came from a female figure leaning back.

*Yawwwnnnnnn* 

With another loud yawn, she stretched out her stiff limbs, her deep blue hair shaking immensely from her fast, sudden movements, cracks from her limbs filling the air before she leant back in her seat, looking back at her computer screen with clear intent in her eyes and a hint of worry, taking a deep breath as hints of sweat ran down her smooth, pretty face.

The room once again fell silent, only the sound of her keyboard and clicks filling the air.