“The half of it is impossible to record.. The first half it is. This is the tenth person now.” A tall woman muttered under her breath as she gently caressed a dead woman’s forehead with her palm. Her soft half-lidded eyes sooner gazed at the horizon above her; it is a view coated with lively blue skies with moving clouds in a cold morning.

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The woman narrowed her eyes as she took a deep breath, “It seems I am not the only maker around huh?” But that thought made her smile softly, things are getting interesting now that she has another goal to accomplish:

“I’ll find you.”