CHAPTER DCXCXII

(OMINOUS AUTUMN)

“BEATRICE.”

“What the?”

Daniela jolts up, wide awake, upon suddenly hearing a faint whisper Calling for a certain name, no, somewhat giving someone a name. An ominous tone and trickling darkness made her entire body shivers awake.

“Beatrice.”

She whispers the name. Hearing and feeling something from deep within it. From that uncanny darkness of the identity of that person that is knocking some importance to her life.

“Tsk!”

She clicks her tongue, holding her head and clenching her right hand tight from the sudden pain that hits her. Then she looks in front of her, towards the ticking clock with its hands at the exact time of the witching hour.

“What is this, a de ja vou?”

From a glimpse of the past, yet probably not. She giggles upon remembering and feeling the same story that is about to unfold. Deciding to see if this is a nightmare under a certain time loop. She gets out of bed, walks towards the door, and holds the