The sun hit me through the curtains as I lay peacefully on my bed, serving as a form of reminder that today was the day I would come face to face with the one who haunted me, the devil in human form—Jason.
My stomach tumbled in fear as I showered, my appetite lost, and my spine shivered in fear. I was in a state of confusion, stuck between the feeling of backing out and going ahead with my idea. But it was too late to back out, wasn’t it?
I stepped out of my room dressed in a color I haven’t worn in a while—black, for it fits my mood for today. If Ryder were still around in the manor, he would have been shocked to have seen me in this dress as I have always complained about how dark his clothing was and how dark he kept the manor wanting little or no light. Although my go-to dresses were pastel colors and white dresses that made me feel immaculate, there was nothing celestial or dreamy about meeting Jason.
Looking around the manor to make sure I was the only one around as expect
