บท 56: Flooding sense of gratitude

The sudden changes were eerie and a vivid feeling made her recall that ominous incident that almost took her life. It was strange but she could smell it. As if some of her senses has gone damn sharp, she remembered the smell of the man who has shot her with the poisonous needle. Fog circled around a certain space and in midst she stood staring around in search of him. Running would do nothing so it was better to just face it. Whatever was going to happen, it would happen anyway.