Viellas POV
I looked down at the paper. I had finally copied the entire book. Now, it was time to check those papers... they gave me such a weird feeling. I kept looking at them, a chill creeping up my spine that made me shiver.
Between the blood loss and the late hour, my head felt like it was about to explode. Since it was already past 3:00 AM, my eyes eventually gave up, and I dozed off right there in the chair.
"Tsk, tsk. What poor writing."
A voice snapped me awake. I opened my eyes to see the room was pitch black. Standing right in front of me was the Original Viella. She was holding the copies I had just made, flipping through them with a look of pure disgust.
Ugh, another dream, I thought. I tried to close my eyes to go back to sleep, but she reached out, her fingers cold as ice, and gripped my chin. She forced me to look directly at her.
I raised my eyebrows, unimpressed. "What do you want?"
"So, you're not scared anymore, huh?" she asked, her voice echoing.
