The sound was distinct, and Elise could tell it sounded like the drawers of a table inside the room that was pulled open. Elise knocked on the door again, "Vella?! It's me, Elise, let's talk." But no reply came through, making Elise pull her brows in worry.

Was it really Vella inside the room? The sound inside seemed as if the room was ransacked. Elise doubted it was a thief.

"Excuse me, Vella, I'm entering your room," said Elise before turning the knob. Unexpectedly, the room was not locked. Turning the knob, Elise pushed the door open to see no one inside the room.

She looked around, noting the drawers were closed tight and the room tidy. But she certainly heard sounds before. Elise passed by the large closet beside her and looked around. Finding Vella not in the room she sighed.

Did her ears mistake the sound? while wondering Elise heard a thudding sound, her eyes snapped to the right to see that it was the window of the room that hadn't been locked. The sound was similar to the rustling she heard earlier.

"So it was the window," Elise said to relief. She observed the room again. Unlike her room, Vella's and Carmen's room was smaller. It was a room barely enough for two people. Two beds were placed with windows above the headrest.

Other than the two small drawers, there was a large wardrobe enough for a person to fit inside.

Vella was not here, where was she now then? Carmen was not in her room either, and speaking of it, Elise didn't see Carmen or Vella in the morning. This got her worried and she could only hope that the two were fine.

Elise didn't know how long she had been in the room, but staying in it for too long without permission would be intrusive. Walking around the bed, Elise was about to leave when she noticed two knitting sticks that were made out of metal placed on the surface of the bed. For a moment, Elise, who stared at the knitting sticks froze. aber body stunned when she saw a thick dark shadow covering the knitting sticks.

No way, thought Elise. She walked toward the knitting stick, her hand hovering, and at the same time, the words Ian told her replay in her mind as if he was beside her whispering not to touch.

Elise closed her eyes and despite the warning, she received last night, her fingers touched the shadow.

In one moment, a vision of death filled Elise's eyes and she saw darkness engulfing her sight. Many windy whispers came to her ears, she frowned, trying to get a better look surrounding her and wondered if she can't see anything because her eyes were closed. It took Elise another few moments when a small light passes through to know that the darkness came from the night sky.

Two women were standing, and both of them were holding the knitting sticks Elise had touched. One woman moved her mouth, speaking something which Elise can't hear. She wasn't able to see anything above their neck either, leaving her in a puzzle of who the two women were. In the start, her vision was blurry as if she was looking through a distorted mirror, making it hard for her to access whatever was happening around her.

It took a few seconds for Elise to tell the two women were fighting. One was trying to push the knitting stick to another, while the others tried to stop the first woman from pushing the knitting stick in the direction of her stomach.

Standing wouldn't help and despite knowing that this was only her vision, Elise tried to move from where she was, wanting to help. Her hand reached out to stop one of the women, but before she could, her head felt a pang of pain.

"...they've died!" shouted one of the women, and the voice was so loud that it brought Elise back to reality. When she knew it, Elise found herself on the floor. Her eyes were still unfocused and she felt dizzy as if her head had been struck by something.

Elise brought her hand to her head, and a cry escaped from her lips which she didn't know why, "Aw," Elise whispered. Bringing back her hand from her head to her eyes, she saw red liquid dripping over her hands. The blood fell to her wrist, dripping down the wooden floor.

Elise didn't know where the blood came from. Was it her head? Did she hit her head when she fell? Her eyes only looked at the blood, and she didn't know what to do with it. Sitting on the floor would be dangerous. Elise knew she had to treat whatever wound she had.

In the dizzy state, Elise pushed herself from the floor, her eyes trailing around when she noted the knitting sticks. She took them before pushing them to her pocket. Stepping away from the room, she walked aimlessly while confusion was still riding her mind.

Few steps away from Vella's room, Elise gradually feels her sense which felt numb coming back. Finally, her reasons came back to her head. Curious about the blood, Elise pulled her hand that she saw was covered in blood, but this time, she saw there was no blood on it! What was happening?!

Elise had walked away from Vella's room by pushing leaning against the wall. Now that she could walk without leaning, Elise walked straight. She groaned in pain when feeling her head aching. Pressing her hand on her head, on the spot where she felt hurt, Elise looked at her arm. There was no single trace of blood in it. Not even a trail or drop when she had seen blood previously covering her whole palm.

Did she imagine the blood? Elise retraces the steps she took to leave from Vella's room. When she arrived back at the room, she looked at the ground, searching for blood that should drop on the floor, but she finds nothing.

This was weird, and Elise can't wrap her mind around what was happening. But she knew one thing for sure. When the woman blasts a scram inside her vision, Elise recognizes the voice to belong to Vella. Which mean, Vella was in danger!