“Well? Go on.” Kyrina nodded. “You have no reason to be afraid.”

Lies.

Valerie clenched her fist, her nails digging into the palm of her hands.

Everything she was saying was a lie. But no one would believe Valerie if she said so. It’s always been like this. Since she was a child, Valerie could see people’s emotions. Though when she tried to explain, nobody listened. In fact, her mother brought her to a therapist, in worry that her daughter had suffered some kind of trauma.

And Kyrina’s aura was a dark yellow, a sign of malicious joy. That was dangerous.

“Enjoy!” The large acacia double doors shut behind her.

Cautiously, everyone started reaching for their utensils, stabbing at the steaks and potatoes.

Valerie, however, didn’t move an inch, her eyes darting around nervously.

BAM.

A chair fell over, followed by two more, and the sounds of crashing.

Two bodies rolled to the floor, dead.

Screams.

Yelling.

Shouting.

Crying.

But it was no use. In no time, everyone was dead. Everyone, that is, except for Valerie herself.

The doors opened once more.

“There,” Kyrina pointed at the only person still left alive, trembling. “It’s her.”