NANG bumalik ang malay ni Blythe, nakita niya ang sarili sa isang pamilyar na kwarto—a familiar nightmare. A cold room with no windows, just a steel door and a chair positioned directly across from her, which was occupied by one man, Draven Arnoux.
“Welcome back, Blythe.”
Pakiramdam ni Blythe na parang umiikot ang mundo niya. The last thing she remembered was leaving the charity center and then darkness.
“You.”
Ngumiti si Draven. “Yes, it’s me, Blythe Romero.”
Bumaba ang tingin ni Blythe sa paa. She was sitting on the cold floor with a chain around her feet. She immediately tested her restraints, but it was pointless.
“You took me away again,” Blythe said through gritting her teeth.
Draven smiled creepily. “You know what I want, Blythe. I ordered you to kill him!” his voice rose.
