Michaela Walker.
Wobbling as she ran away from the Evil Master, Michaela knew it wasn’t the ideal choice. Though the Evil Master seemed to be unable to use his powers and stop her, which could be due to the effect of the poisonous fork, he was still on her toes, striding behind her.
She could feel a gust of wind whenever his hand reached for her neck, grateful that she cut her hair or that long horse tail would’ve been her Achilles’ heel in this situation.
The more energy she consumed to avoid him, the stronger the drug in her system kicked, rendering her more vulnerable. Michaela had to find a way out and quickly.
In her haste to get away, she almost stumbled backward when the robe she was wearing got tugged down, exposing her chest. With a single glance behind her, her eyes fell on
