Epilogue#21 "New Beginning"

Inside the small, windowless room with a brick-walled, the old woman, Kelly, is sitting on the ground with handcuffs around her wrinkled wrist.

Her apathetic eyes went to the steel door in front which is equip with locks and bolts.

The place is cold. Each breath slipped from her dried lips feels like there’s a frosting of white that blankets her; air thicken with the stench of her own breath.

Cold and clammy, her hands and feet numb with the damp, like she’s been wrapped went sheets for long days.

Her lifeless eyes roamed around the jail cell where soon could be her grave.

Kelly already accepted it. She accepted dying in the hands of the organization she tried to eradicate along with Ben.

She is a talented pharmacologist who makes different drugs, thinking that it will help the world be a better place. But now that Ben died, she has no wills to continue living.

Kelly just waiting for the day she can die, and she asked countless of time for them to just kill her. But as if they