That Blood On My Body Isn't Mine Part Three.

"....[Eyes open]..Looks like it wasn't a dream. But its strange. My heart is so cold. Why ? I feel like living is unnecessary...But I do want my revenge. I must find out what happened to my cadet before dying. Maybe, it'll explain why her heart is dying ?"

She stood up, ready to start working. Ready to change her fate. But first, she had to find the reason she was heartless. She searched around.

-Nothing-

She checked the entire house.

-Nothing-

Her will withering, an accident of her part opened a secret hole where a small treasure box was in. She picked it up, opened it and found a note inside. A number to call written on. A number composed of twenty-three digits. She was speechless before such stupidity. But a question remained in her head. With whom was her cadet talking to ?

"That's really long. Well, let's dial it and see."

The phone call got accepted but no one talked. A gentle breath could be heard. Farrae said hello once.

-Nothing-

"She said hello twice.

-Nothing-

The third time, the other person on the phone turned her down. What was that and who was that ? Farrae surprised internally didn't show an ounce of facial indication. She sighed and went out. She didn't want to know who that was. She only cared about herself.

"Let's dress up and go out. I must prepare myself before attacking."

With the hidden money she had, she brought new clothes. She brought some slaves. And food. She even changed her names. With her ex friends out there, she couldn't risk her life again. She changed her name and transferred to another school. She wasn't Farrae Bob anymore, but Farrae Montana.

"And I need human shields. As much as possible."

And the only way she found to kill her ex friends was using others. They used her. But this time, it was payback. It was time to rip them all apart.

To be continued.

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