Chapter 108 UNCONCEALED TRUTH, AND THE ALLIANCE

• And true to what he said, she had a dream.
• The dreamscape which is filled with blood rooted to damnation. It reeks with death. The demise to which she could tell means death. Somebody died. Somebody perished. All peril, annihilated by the masked killer, or was it a mask that the culprit wore? But woven skin taken from the victim who suffered, while the murderer’s face had gone missing. She recalled once on how she had encountered her—yes, her, to which she couldn’t grasp whether it was the whole truth or not. Another deception, another lies, and unconcealed truth that remains hidden on the dark. The missing killer. The cruelty that embraced Belize has been caused, and conformed by a woman. Mistaken as a man, for how much had she had gone through, the punishment she inflicted in accords as it was somehow similar to the psychopath killers, murderers of women between 1500’s, Jack—a reaper or so what he called himself with.
• Thus far, it was another night to whereas she has been standing ahead. The abysmal darkness is profound. It was bottomless as they peer to her. It does not make her afraid. She wasn’t easily terrorized with meek shadows, because she had been gone through a lot. She face monsters to whereas the memories of how she could have almost died that day, the family she left, and the life she should thrive off that was long gone, and stolen.