(Myra's POV)
"Where are we going, Fabian? Is it too far?" I asked him. I was clasping his hand like a lifeline; my palms were sticky, sweaty. The blindfold was making me even more nervous. I trust Fabian, of course, I trust him, but~ ... I don't know, something doesn't feel right to me. I can't describe why, but that's how I am feeling.
"It'll take just a minute," he replied. As most of my vision was obscured because of the cover, I felt like his casual answer came with a tinge of tremor. Or maybe I was projecting my own anxiousness over here. Anyways, with each passing second, the uneasiness only grew.
I was about to take another step when I heard someone calling my name, "MYRA~ …." someone very familiar. This voice~ …. belongs to~ …. I quickly took off the blindfold and turned around to look at the person, and an involuntary gasp escaped me.
