EMERY GRACE CONRAD
With pounding chest, for instance I felt fear. An utter feeling, so deep that I felt like I was back to zero. Why am I here? Had I done wrong? But slowly there's another thing that deems to clasped, and made me understand. There is a reason why I am here. There is a purpose, but what I am supposed to do? Troubles after troubles. Lonesome nights, where I was on that pit. The cliff calls me, and so I am to it.
But there's no time, I felt like I was running out of every chances I could get myself into.
"A-ack." My limbs felt like it was lit on fire.
Gasp sorrounded me, us, the bald man, whom I didn't let escape without any fight. But man, I should not really be a push-over. He had the strength as what I know coming from being a werewolf himself. It's unfair. So unfair t
