Elizebeth stood there, flickered her eyes slowly, taking, absorbing the sentence slowly. The sound, the intonation, the face, the rhythm, might be different than she remembered but it stuck in her like a super glue couldn't be erased.
She recognized the very night. It was eerie and humiliating for her. It was the night where she lost her reasoning and consciousness. It was the night she was swayed by the whisper of devils. It was the night where she betrayed her savior.
It was raining with a thunderstorm. The smell of wet grass and earth filling the whole environment, the platter sound of the water dropped on the leaves, and the gloomy environment.
The forest was nothing except daunting and sinister.
BAM! BAM! BAM!