CHAPTER 85: In Zion's Room

-=Martina's Point of View=-

"No, it was definitely not me," I thought to myself after a few minutes had passed.

We may have shared the same face, but I was sure that the girl in the picture wasn't me; she was wearing old clothes, which were probably in style during her time, and I was positive that I didn't wear such clothes.

I would know if such instance happened when I wore this kind of clothes, but even thought I tried to rack my brain, I couldn't think of such instance.

I was positive that I hadn't seen her in my entire life, but for some reason, there was this warm feeling inside me, a feeling akin to meeting an old friend.

I had no idea how long I had been staring at the photo; my mind had gone blank, and all that mattered was the picture in my hand.

Ten enthralling minutes passed before I could break out of my daze, and when I finally looked back at the picture, my eyes grew wide as I tried to comprehend the truth it was showing.

I was feeling at a loss while I tried to make se