Amora recoiled, feeling the claws rake into her tender flesh. Her eyes were shut tight as she was dropped to the floor with a thump. She opened one eye to watch him leave. She put her palm gently on her cheek, looking down. "Amora... what have you done?" she asked herself.<br/><br/>---------------------<br/><br/>After getting cleaned up, Amora slunk to the third floor. Her head remained downcast, worry clear on her face. Time has sped by; she had hardly enough time to disinfect her wounds on her cheek and neck before the clock struck 8. She knocked on the guest door once, twice, before entering the dark room.