When Nathalie noticed how upset she was, she furrowed her eyebrows. "What?"
"I said, change me." She keep on insisting such lines in which Nathalie had no idea what she was talking about. At this point, she thought of reporting her to the police.
But out of all words she uttered, it was the weirdest.
"The fuck—?"
"If you don't want to, then might as well ruin this so that I would be able to change the course of my destiny!"
"Crazy bitch… I need help," she muttered, dashing towards the door. She was about to call for help when a wave of frost crashed onto its wooden surface, releasing a ghastly mist of cold and thick sheet of ice.
'Magical powers?! Am I dreaming?!' she breathed while she slumped to the ground. Her arms trembled and could never crawl further as her skin touched the door.
Even after all this spectacular magic flashed in front of her, it was already out of her equation. It was making her believe that it was none other than the person in her nightmares.
