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Andre ended the call immediately without waiting for a response. The end was near and they knew it. The wind around them was heavy, who would blame it? Carrying the stench of betrayal and death. The thick woods was quiet, not the usual quiet—ghost silent. Only the approaching steps of Andre or should he be called Benjamin could be heard as they stepped away further, deeper, away from Maria in her own pull of blood.

"You'll do fine, Kamara." Busiswa assured me through the phone . I was already imagining the worst case scenario. Waking up late. Forgetting my name when asked to introduce myself to the class, tripping and falling flat on the floor in the hall ... Making a huge mess of things with my silence. Being too weird to fit in . Oh, I could go on and on.

Minus “Well, that could’ve gone better,” Cutter said, as he walked around his desk, opened the bottom drawer, and produced a bottle of Jim Beam and small black medical bag. The type old timey doctors took on house calls back in the day. “There should be some bandages and ointment and shit for your face in here. You can use my bathroom to clean up,” he said, handing me the bag and motioning to the bathroom door. “Cutter, what the fuck—”

so empty without Vasilisa here to comfort me. After I managed to calm myself down by counting backwards from ten, I blinked at my dark surroundings. Stillness fell over the apartment, letting me know Liza was still passed out on the couch in my living room. I groaned softly, heaving my exhausted body out of bed to quietly make my way into the bathroom. The first thing I noticed was how pale my complexion looked. Being half Ukrainian, I’ve always been on the lighter side, but this was bad even for me. My cheeks were starting to sink in again, and my delicate collarbone protruded awkwardly. I slowly lifted the black cami top I was wearing up, shocked at the outline of my ribcage.

Walking alone on a cold winter night, I'm all alone with no one I know of is in sight. People are gathered in this big area outside the city and people like myself are trying not to freeze in this cold night. As I walk along this rough path, surrounding me are people that have nowhere else to go. Tents are set up in every direction I look. The year is 2022, my 10th birthday just ended four days ago. Shouldn't this be a delightful time that I should be spending with my family but here I am not knowing if they are even still alive.

I take a small step back, a small yelp coming from me when I take a step inside, Abed’s hand holds the small of my back. “Welcome to Manumit.” he whispers, I blink furiously, trying to understand what I was seeing, a lot of naked people filled the space, men and women of different body types, and different ages just mingled around, whilst naked. Some were fully, birthday suit naked, and the rest were dressed scantily.

"Inspection of what? " "Colors. As you may have inevitably notice, we are surrounded with nothing but the color yellow. This is nothing like your world where colors combine. All is separated. With walls, borders, or lines. And no person with their designated colors are allowed to leave or enter another side of colors. Once spotted, you will be thrown to the place of outcast and lose the chance to visit the Outside world. Your world. Or they might take you in as slaves. Or worse, death. "I understood her words but it only arose more questions. "So you are not allowed to interact with other colors? "

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

And get away with it. I picked up a file, a useless file. It was a report of all the information gathered from her background. It held nothing new, no hints of what her powers were, why she was born of two werewolves yet remained a human… or what she is. The only sketchy part was her mother’s background. It looked… off. Could that relate to what Jasmine really is ?

Then a i heard a phone ring. It's his phone. "Excuse me, i have to take this call, I’ll be back in a minute," then he left his office. Right after he left, I let my eyes wander around his office. My neck almost cracked while I try to look at the back. This office is big! This is twice or more than twice the size of my house! His table is placed facing back the view of all the building and roads of Manila. If he turned back on his swivel chair, he’s gonna see the beautiful view of the lights of Manila at the night time because it’s glass!He also have a balcony where he can enjoy the cool breeze. He must be so rich! On the walls, he have so many expensive paintings. They’re so pretty. He also