[Rosie's POV]
"Rosie?"
"Rosie?"
An echo of my name resounds in my head and I spur my eyes open, panting heavily.
I was still glued to the wall, all sweaty and nervous, not alone but with three faces staring at me.
Hera, the painter and the drunk.
"Oh, you didn't die" the drunk mutters and almost immediately everyone chorus "kira!"
"Are you alright?" Hera asked with concerns in her eyes.
I was still subconscious, not wanting to trust this but believing it was an illusion.
I nodded as my eyes darted at the three of them. The painter had her hand on my shoulder as she squeezed it softly with a bright smile.
"Where's he?" I asked as they've obstructed my view and I pant slowly, waiting for their response.
My animal instincts seem to be at rest now and I am back to being completely human.
"Oh, he's in the grave" Kira said in a crackling tone and the painter gave her a glare.
She shrugs her shoulders and then out of nowhere, there's a gin in her hand which she gulps.
