The dark figure crossed the room before coming to a stop near the bed. It rose higher and higher, before lying parallel to Yin Zhu who was sleeping on the bed. Its long black hair scattered all over like entangled weeds in water.
"Why—are you still alive?" The figure murmured as she reached out and curled her fingers around Yin Zhu's neck. "Why didn't you die? My perfection—will be ruined by you."
Yin Zhu who was lying on the bed furrowed her brows as she found it harder to breathe. Once and twice she tried but when she couldn't she opened her eyes and looked at the dark figure that had her neck in a chokehold.
"AHHHH!!!" Yin Zhu gasped as she sat up straight. Her hands were on her neck as she screamed in terror. Sweat dripped down her face as she looked around the dark room.
Her eyes popped out wildly as she breathed heavily.