20/ WHERE ARE YOU?

The first thing I noticed when I gradually came to was a mop of Scarlett curls. My eyes finally opened wide and I sucked in a sharp breath and looked around the place. Sure enough, the owner of the Scarlett Hair was unusually close to my face.

“W-who are you?” I whispered with furrowed eyebrows. Where was I and most importantly, where was Moore? The lady jumped off me and landed on the ground with a thump. My forehead creased in confusion at her actions.

“Y-you woke up!” She shrieked and left before I could also say anything. I swallowed sharply and tried to sit up, but the pain from my torso humbled me back into bed. I huffed and slammed my fist into the ground. I did not like the fact that I was in the middle of nowhere.

My legs had barely healed fr the chandelier incident too. No, this is not a fairy tale. Here; wounds heal the normal way. I’m not a magician or the main character of some romance book. I swallowed thickly and pushed myself up again. If Moore wasn’t here, there was