Imogen was escorted to a room by a maid who looks more friendly and secure than any other person in that mansion.    Her smile was warm and captivating. Imogen feels rest assured around her. She thinks she's got a new friend who she could at least get along with and not be bored during her stay here.    To her surprise the room was bigger and larger than she could ever think of. Having a big and colorful room was her dream all along. The room was Painted with the most colorful flowers that she could ever imagine.    By the way,  having that kind of room to herself was the longest wish she has ever wished for.   The room was neatly arranged and the furniture smelled new and luxurious. 

As expected, Braylon walked down the stairs hale and hearty. His perfect skin glommed out of exposure to the direct sun light penetrating in.he was more hot and charming walking down the stairs, his muscles were curvy and sexy. So much that Imogen could barely take her eyes off not until he reaches the table.She cleared her throat as if she wasn’t looking and continue with her meal. Braylon who already knew she was looking scoffed and sat next to her.The maid had his own steak and a bowl of medicine served in front of him. He picked up his cutlery and dogged into his meal quietly, as if there was no one at the table, he continued with his meal.Camiona, who was feeling irritated by his actions decided speak up.                      “You should at least say hi or something, we’re not statues”                    &nb

The ceiling of the building at the top where Imogen was standing was weak and could collapse at any point in time. Its cracking sounds were disturbing. It had everyone’s attention except for Imogen who was wondering why they were staring at her. She was too late to realise. The ceiling had already detached from its parts and now aiming towards Imogen. She was stunned that she couldn’t move a muscle. She was standing there and staring at the ceiling falling. She closed her eyes hopelessly, expecting what was to come. The crowd was worried but no one could jump in and save her. Abruptly, Imogen was drawn and twirled around forcefully by somebody, locking in his arms. At first, she thought she was gone but when it landed and made the loudest bang, she knew it wasn’t over for her. She opened her eyes to see Braylon breathing heavily. She could feel his fear through his tight grip around her waist, he felt so warm and hopeful. Her heart moved for a moment when she locked eyes with him.

Imogen could barely see Braylon clearly. She was already drowning in the thought of being close to death. She was hopeless. She tried to get rid of his tight grip but she couldn’t. Her bones had already weakened. She choked each time he tightens. The look in his eyes was villainous. He isn’t acting like the real Braylon. He looks so furious and deadly. Imogen was close to losing her consciousness when a figure barged in and saw the present scene. He rushed towards them and biffed the intruder in the face, he tumbled off the bed releasing Imogen from his tight grip. She fell unconscious immediately, unable to see her life saver. The figure pulled out a dagger from his overcoat and stabbed the heart of the intruder as soon as he became weak and powerless. Unable to fight back. The duplicate skin he imitated wear off immediately, leaving a very pale true version of him. His dead body was creepy like the walking dead’s. The figure rushed up to Imogen and called out her name but he was

Braylon started the message when everyone gathered around. Imogen was a few meters away from him with Camiona standing next to her, they both exchanged irritating glances before focusing on what Braylon had to say. “Everyone had tons of memories here, both good and bad memories. But the Quarians are back, they are after us. In two days, they will surround this place. We have to start moving as soon as possible, we have to make things fast, the prediction may be faster than predicted.”Braylon announced as the crowd was very disturbed at the same time sad to leave the mansion. He dismissed the crowd and walked past Imogen like she was invisible. She smirked and turned to head to her room when Camiona’s voice stopped her. “I knew you would bring bad luck to this place the moment you stepped into this mansion,” she said. Imogen didn’t exchange glances or look back at her. She decided to walk on and ignored her. Camiona shot her a dead glar