Chapter 9: It was hopeless.

Following ten minutes of strolling, she realized Kail was coming clean. Interminable void fields with nobody to help her. Simply snow and cold. She understood that she would not have been ready to contact her school before the day's over.

It was excessively cold. Her body was at that point frozen, and the sharp wind felt like blades cutting into her skin.

Be that as it may, her pride wouldn't let her surrender. She would prefer to kick the bucket strolling vulnerable than trust for the horrible ruler to return and save her.

She took a gander at the delightful snow falling. Nobody planned to mind on the off chance that she vanished, and Silje couldn't resist the opportunity to feel crushed.

'For what reason did I need to be hauled way out here? For what reason do I need to stroll in this chilly blanketed night? How did I respond that was so off-base? Since I'm Asian… It's just a little unreasonable, however I can't allow this to get to me. I should catch a ride. That will be the main way for me to endure this.'

Silje persuaded herself to emphatically think.

It required some investment to get to this place where she could hold this view. Every one of the days and evenings of crying… There were so often she longed for stopping school and taking off from home.

Then, at that point, something occurred.

Kana kicked the bucket.

Kana Warang. She was from Thailand and was additionally taken on very much like Silje. They lived in a similar area and Kana was two years more established than her. She was a tranquil young lady and she wound up ending it all following quite a while of tormenting. She was unable to take it any longer.

Kana's passing was a tremendous shock to Silje in light of the fact that their circumstances were so comparative. A short time later, Silje understood that she was unable to go down a similar way. So she chose to retaliate.

It wasn't so much that Silje didn't get Kana's choice. Silje understood it better than any other individual, as a matter of fact.

Be that as it may, she was unable to surrender. She won't pick passing.

At that point, Silje concluded that she was going to live for herself as well with respect to Kana. She won't take off from her circumstance. She realized she would fall and be wounded by her victimizers, however not entirely set in stone to battle.

After Kana's passing, Silje quit crying.

She wouldn't lose this battle. This was the existence she was given, and she planned to battle till the end.

Cuts and injuries will blur however on the off chance that she gave up to them, the disgrace will be with her until the end of time. She was unable to live with that. It was smarter to kick the bucket battling regardless of whether she currently needed to battle against the most dreaded individual at school.

The horrible ruler.

Her assurance didn't falter. As she watched the snow falling, there was assurance in her eyes. She was like bamboo. While bamboo looked delicate, breaking it was shockingly troublesome.

She was in torment however Silje didn't quit strolling.

The breeze proceeded to blow, and the snow wouldn't stop. In any event, it was anything but a full blizzard.

Silje took a full breath. She was all the while strolling, however her arms and legs were presently starting to feel solid.

'It's so cold. I think my feet are freezing, however I realize I can't stop. On the off chance that I stop now, I will always be unable to get back up. How about we essentially attempt to get to the highest point of that slope.'

She attempted to put forth a reasonable objective to assist herself with feeling significantly improved.

Had it been minutes? Hours? She was unable to tell. The best anyone could hope for at that point was to keep on strolling.

Her body felt like it was turning into an ice sculpture. Her arms and legs felt like they were breaking piece by piece. They were numb and in torment simultaneously.

'How far have I gone? It's snowing such a lot of that I can't tell, however I can't stop now. I really want to continue to walk.'

She was unable to think obviously any longer. All she knew until further notice was that she needed to walk. Her body instinctually kept on moving.

The breeze furiously blew against her once more.

How long had it been? Then, at that point, out of blue, a brilliant light was sparkled from behind and her reality became noticeable once more. There was the squeak of the tires, demonstrating that a vehicle had halted behind her.

That's What is?

She at first couldn't figure out whether this was truly occurring or on the other hand on the off chance that she was fantasizing. Then, at that point, she saw the vehicle with the colored windows.

She froze.

It was Kail's vehicle! Good gracious!

She needed to run. She needed to get away.

An admonition ringer rang boisterously in her mind, however her body wouldn't move. She was frozen on the spot.

The vehicle entryway opened and a recognizable figure in a dark fur garment left.

Good gracious.

Silje's eyes obscured briefly from the chilliness, however she might in any case see the dull figure coming towards her. Instinctively, she supported up a stage.

Assuming he had arrived, did it imply that he had been cruising all over this area the entire time? Was every last bit of her work for no good reason?

Silje bit her lips.

All at once, Kail, who had been gazing at her quietly, out of nowhere snatched her hair.

Her heart beat was exceptionally quick and uproarious.

Kail kept on viewing at her as he said, "Your body is frozen."

His look was extraordinary as he scoffed, "I'm intrigued. You strolled the entire way here."

Silje needed counter back with a brilliant reaction, however her teeth jabbered vulnerable. Kail proceeded, "What a numbskull you are."

He checked out at her with disdain prior to driving her away. Silje lost her equilibrium and fell into the snow.

"Hahaha!"

Kail's group snickered at her sorry state.

"Take a gander at how moronic she looks."

Dull sky and cold air.

Silje scowled at Kail's group as the virus wind wounded her. She needed to kill them all. Her contempt for them was developing. She frantically needed to get back up and battle them all, however her body wouldn't tune in.

Out of nowhere, Silje saw white tobacco smoke.

It was Kail. With his dull hair blowing in the breeze and his dark fur garment, he resembled the harvester of souls.

Kail was inclining toward the tree as he smoked. He looked so loosened up that Silje experienced overpowering fierceness.

He appeared to be uninterested as he kept on gazing at her and Silje didn't turn away. This was war.

This went on for some time and Kail didn't move the slightest bit as he saw her like he needed to gulp down her entire. On the off chance that she knew worse, Silje would've imagined that he may be keen on her. Maybe different young ladies would confuse his extraordinary gaze with heartfelt sentiments.

Be that as it may, Silje had some better sense. What she recognized clearly were outrage and franticness.

He needed to hurt her. His body gave out an unquestionably hazardous atmosphere. Without a word, he was let the world that anybody know who disappointed him would meet his intensity.

Peppery smoke stimulated her nose. It appeared as though Kail was smoking toward the breeze, so the smoke hit Silje's face. Her eyes consumed, making them red.

She frowned at him as he grinned and added gradually, "How silly would you say you are? It would've been exceptional for you to simply remain where I left you. Assuming you did, I would've let you off simple, however now that you've done this, it's past the point of no return for you."