It felt like the world slowed down, as life flashed before her eyes. This has happened before. Yes, she was dying, once again.
It was unfortunate.
She was still not yet done and she had to die. She was filled with grief and regret. Maybe, she shouldn't have been so focused on revenge. Maybe, she should have just spent her time enjoying her peaceful life with her friends.
But a part of her didn't want that. She still wanted to fulfill her promise to herself. To slay the one who made her life miserable.
It wasn't Yanna who did it, but someone else. An existence she didn't know about, an existence that didn't exist in her past life.
And finally, she reached a conclusion, it was that stalker of hers who made her life miserable.
She still didn't know who they were or find out even at least one strand of their hair.
It was like she was fighting an unknown, an indescribable existence.