Chapter 2: The Dream
Current Year
Middle of the night, in the city nicknamed "The financial capital of the world", in a certain apartment in a wealthy neighbourhood of the city...
In that cozy one bedroom apartment, lying in a lavish queen size bed, a woman, frail as a leaf in autumn, whimpered in her sleep.
Her eyebrows were knitted, her hands were tightly clasping the sheets and on her forehead there were beads of perspiration despite being in the room that was set to optimum temperature.
She was dreaming... More like reliving her distant memory. The memory when she was a five year old girl.
*Bang * *Bang* *Bang*
The sounds of bullets neared them as two kids ran as fast as their short legs could take them. The hand that was only slightly bigger than hers was holding her tight, making her warm in that bitterly cold evening.
"Shoot her!"
"Kill her! "
"End that Brunton devil!"
"Stop her!"