Volume 3.97 Number 7 (6)
It was now in the middle of the night with the moon covered by thick clouds.
Light flashed in and out inside a certain dimmed room. The windows were draped with thick black curtains, blocking the any light from the outside. And a strange white smoke filled the air. A sinister shadow loomed over the walls as the light continued to flash left and right.
"Mmm..." Frayah started to hum as she mixed the pot in front of her. She was in the kitchen of her unit, mixing a purple liquid. It had no smell however it frequently sparked left and right. The liquid was boiling with bubbles popping up and down.
"Too bad for you that I need to do this in order for you to accept my son's challenge." She said as a wicked grin escaped her lips. "It has to be you no matter what, dear 7."