"Run mira , don't look back"a frantic voice coming from a young lady screamed, "But I can't leave you here" the other voice that belongs to mira cried back,"But....."she was cut off by mira voice filled with determination "I'll go get help stay here " mira said and ran out, 'sturbbon girl she thought a part of her wanted to live, because she's afraid of death but now her greatest fear is happening she is dying.she really hoped mira find a kind fellow to help.
Mira's pov
Watching Renna lying there,weak, battered and dying breaks my heart i need to find help then she met a young man what caught her attention was his silvery grey irises and reddish orange pupils like the color of fire,he has a powerful and dominating aura that she felt intimidated, the color of his hair is also silver , then she went to him " Young Master" she bowed and he looked down at her as if he was asking what the problem is " i need your help"she said looking at his cold eyes covered behind his mask , she couldn't read what is going on his mind, she that could read people like the back of her palm find it hard to figure out what he was thinking he just kept a cold, calculative and stoic gaze on her " what makes you think I'll help you" he asked as he kept observing her, his voice is so deep,serene and calm and cold.