The tears she'd been trying to hold back broke through her face, and the flood erupted.
Her shoulders shook as she wept profusely on her knees, tightly wrapping her coat around her body to shield herself from the cold.
By the time her cries subsided, it was already nightfall. She felt an eerie feeling in the unknown environment.
How did she get here? More importantly, how would she find her way back?
She didn't have to worry for long as the sound of a roaring engine filled her ears and bright light lit up her surroundings.
Two motorbikes came into her view, with a black, sleek car not too far behind, and they halted by her side.
The door to the car was thrown open, and a tall man in dark grey slacks and a black shirt, who looked to be in his late fifties, stepped out and marched towards her.
Each hard, firm step he took made a crunching noise that had a fearful impact on her heartbeat. Emily could feel fear spreading through her bones.
What was this dangerous atmosphere?
The man stopped at her feet and extended a hand arrayed with multiple rings towards her. He cocked his head to the side, and Emily felt a shudder go through her the moment his cold voice reached her ear.