Cries. All I can hear are cries, cries everywhere.
Where are the depressing sounds coming from?
The ravishing cries turned to shouts, irritating shouts. After, I heard gunshots. No, this can't be!
I ran towards the place where the noises came from, then I was stunned with what I've seen.
Blood.
Alienno, Isa, and Greg are blood-bathed. Aunt Hilda, on the other hand, is running while screaming, fighting for her life. A masked man appeared right in front of the poor lady and the last thing I heard was a gunshot.
"No!"
I found myself in the woods, with all sweats. Dream. Damn, no. It was a nightmare, a nightmare that I can never handle.
They can't die.
Suddenly, I remembered the Cronografo. I think I'm all set to know the truth. Sliding my hand through my pocket, I got the stopwatch out and pushed the button on its side.
I felt dizzy, then everything went black.
"Wake up. Ma'am Illiana, wake up!"
An unfamiliar voice woke me up. Man, who is this lady?
"Ma'am, get yourself prepared for breakfast," she uttered and left.
The last thing I remember is I am into the woods then in just a blink of an eye, I'm already inside a huge room, lying onto a king-sized bed.
What the hell?
I searched for the Cronografo and luckily, it is under the fluffy pillow.
Confusion struck me, but I got myself back to my senses and managed to get ready for breakfast as what the lady instructed me to do.
"Good morning, sweetie!" A lady in her mid forties stood up and gave me a peck on my cheeks.
What the hell is happening? Who is she?
"G-good morning," I shell-shockingly stated.
I was greeted by a man, too, thinking he's the lady's husband.
"You better get yourself ready for work, you'll get late," said the lady.
"Yes. Thanks for the food. Ugh, Mom?"
I have a hunch on what's happening, and I badly want to confirm it.
"Yes, honey?"
"Nothing. Have a great day!"
Half-running, I went to "my" room. The lady who woke me up is in here, cleaning my room.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Ella, Ma'am, your personal maid. How could you forget?"
"Who am I?"
I couldn't process everything, yet I want to know more. It's so subtle. I think this is my life before I lost my memories.
"Illiana Thomas. People call you Lana."
