Chapter 1

A radiant flame out of white candles emit a lucid light on a gloomy hallway. On both sides of the twenty-foot-wide double doors, infront of which I am standing, is my shadowed hand shaking with terror as I stand facing two antiques on both side. The serene setting belies the impending danger.

A sudden breath release and my body began to move a muscle. The steps followed by a deep exhale aghast my pounding heart. I tried to move back, but it seems like I'm not the one who's controlling my movement.

I came to a halt in front of a wooden square door and stared at it for a moment. I have no idea what I am feeling or who is controlling me, but the moment I stop, my heart triples in fear. Panicked, I attempted to move my feet again so I could flee the room, but my right hand suddenly moved, lifting and firmly grasping the gold polished door knob.

I raise my other hand again, and this time, my fear reaches my head. A blood-stained samurai embraces my bruised hand.W-who is this person? What have I done? W-Which Way Am I Going? Did I commit a crime?

Bit by bit, I slowly twist the door knob. A gaudy wall, printed with gold roots and silver paint, dazzle my sight. Without any warning, My feet lazily lay on the red carpet and walk sloppily. My sturdy grey boots blantantly step making huge uproarious footsteps.

The first perilous thing that I see is my self full of bruises, bloody mouth, big scratch on my forehead and indignant eyes on a big mirror hang on the wall. My usual lousy face, with my big green eyes, pale rossy thick lips and my pasty skin are still the same. But My long brown hair is change with curly black long shiny hair. I looked fierce and bold, far away from my dull vulnerable self.

Tilting my head, a red satan silk pillowcase and a white glossy cover, highlighted the bed in the middle of the two lightlamp standing in a polished small drawer. The room smells like flower and perfume. I wonder whose room is this. It's clean and Crisp.

Odd movement vibrate my ears. With no caution, my hand clasp on the samurai I am unaware of. My breath suddenly change to discreet motion. When I tried to tilt my head inreverse, a sudden glimpse of keen sword pass through my ear, slicing trivial flesh on the side of my eye. In sudden disturbance, I leap, dodging the sword and slew facing the person behind me. I got scared inside and want to run away, but there's also part of me who wants to face it and want sanguinary battle. This isn't me for real, If I were her, I just ran my butt out of this place.

Titling my head with no emotion showed, a lady with a wrath grip lifting her sword above, furiously looking at me with her pink gown sprinkled with blood. Her black hair is messed up and her pink gown looks like getting torn from railings. Her teary brown eyes are looking at me screaming rage. Unleashing her right hand from gripping, she wipe her red lips and the red color is getting scruffy on her pale cheeks, mixing with her bruised skin.

"I hate you!" she scream on her lungs, tears starts to flow on her cheeks.