Zephyr

"I had already lost all hope by then… I never expected for help to arrive… the tree wasn't a hideout, but a grave that I prepared for myself. Trust me, I never wrote '20 Southwest'...."

A silence enveloped the area except for their footsteps of the beast. Creed felt his brain ripped apart in a million pieces. Although Malaka was still chasing after him, the mental shock from her words made him stumble on the ground. His throat dried up, and his eyes turned bloodshot. 

He mumbled, "Then who did?"

Creed felt someone had ripped his brain apart just from the speaking few words. Artemis' description rattled the deepest corner of his mind. His nightmares seemed to be merging with reality. 

All of a sudden, the chasing Malaka became the least of his concern right