The early morning sun was shining softly in the sky.
The helicopter was now standing in the middle of a huge terrace of a big house that was situated in a completely isolated area.
When Mo Roulan got her consciousness back, the sun has come to the top of the sky. The bright rays from the helicopter window fell on the back seat and on Mo Roulan's face too.
Her long eyelashes moved slowly and a frown marred her forehead. A few moments later, she blinked and opened her eyes slowly.
It took her a few moments to adjust to the brightness of the rays that were falling on her face.
All of a sudden, the memories from last night flashed inside Mo Roulan's mind and her eyes went wide with fear and panic.
All of the confusion was now gone and she turned her head to look towards the front seat.
It was vacant. She could not see anything.
