Coris stood by the side in a dark room. It was hardly illuminated. The curtains weren't drawn and no shimmer of light could penetrate into the dark room.
She was somewhere on the outskirts of the Ghost Village. She had committed a sin against her and own people. She had betrayed her friend and all that was left on her was to shake off the burden and run. Run? No. She was not running from her people. She had something else on her back. Something more dreaded to her than the Ghosts she had betrayed. Something extremely hunting and forbidden.
She turned her head and stared through the window like she expected someone. Like she felt a presence but she saw nothing. Just the little light that drew. Morning was drawing in. She had to act fast and quick.
"What are you starting at?" a voice called out and she shivered lightly. Her illusions had gotten her knocked out of this world into her thoughts.
