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Quinnzel's POV

I wake up in a garden. The one that once belonged to my house when my dad was still alive, well stepdad. The high difference between this garden and the one from home was that this one had a lot of color.

There were flower beds of tulips, Tuberoses, chrysanthemum, boat orchids, Madonna lily, Dahlia, and Acanthaceae. Their flowers were also hanging on the trees like it was draped around the trees. It seemed well-maintained and it radiated a lot of delicate ambiance and calmness.

I walked around a bit and there wasn't a soul in sight. There was also a pond filled with a lot of fish. There were high trees surrounding the place, and it seemed well protected. I was well, and okay, until I remembered that I wasn't here.

I was in my car, in pain, dying.

Oh my gosh...

Am I dead? I look around, panic starting to kick in.

"Well, isn't that a good question?" A woman wearing a Scarlet red tutu dress that was layered with lace appears. She also has a flower hair band on her jet-