"Bang! Bang! Bang!
"The sharp, frantic pounding echoed through the hollow space.
"Help me! Help me! Someone let me out! Please! "Their voice cracked with desperation, each scream scraping against the cold silence beyond the glass. Tears streamed down their face, blurring their vision, their fists red covered in blood and trembling as they slammed against the transparent wall that trapped them. Every thud of their fists was filled with terror — a wild, hopeless rhythm from someone standing at the edge of their sanity, begging, screaming, pleading for release.
The alarm blared, cutting through the early morning silence. With a sharp gasp, Blizz opened her eyes and sat straight up in bed, her heart pounding in her chest. Cold sweat dripped down her forehead as she struggled to catch her breath.
For a few moments, she just sat there, her hands trembling slightly. Then she buried her face in her palms, frustration and confusion washing over her. "Why do I keep having this dream?" she muttered under her breath. "Why?"
She stayed like that for a minute, trying to gather herself. Finally, she lifted her head and glanced over at the clock on her nightstand.5:03 a.m.
With a tired sigh, Blizz threw off the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Even though her mind was still heavy from the nightmare, she forced herself to stick to her morning routine. She changed into her workout clothes and quietly made her way outside to the lawn.
The cool air greeted her as she stepped onto the damp grass, the sky just beginning to lighten. Blizz closed her eyes for a moment, letting the chill of the morning ground her, before she began her stretching exercises.
After finishing her morning exercise, Blizz stepped inside the common are, her body feeling invigorated from the movement. The soft sound of the television greeted her as she stepped inside. Her mom was sitting on the couch, absent mindedly flipping through channels. Blizz glanced at the screen, and then she heard her name which caught her attention.
The news anchor's voice filled the room. "Blizz Everhart, a 25-year-old CEO, has taken the business world by storm. Known for her sharp decision-making and innovative strategies, Blizz's company has seen incredible growth in just a few short years. In a recent interview, Blizz shared her journey, from a young entrepreneur facing obstacles to becoming one of the most talked-about business leaders of her generation."
Rosy glanced up from the TV, a proud smile curling on her lips.
"That's my girl," she said, her voice filled with warmth and admiration.
Blizz smiled as she turned off the TV. The news report had finished, and her mother was still seated on the couch.
"Did you have breakfast yet?" Blizz asked, her tone gentle but concerned.
Rosy glanced over and shook her head. "Not yet."
"You have to take your medicine after breakfast," Blizz reminded her, walking toward her. "And here you are, sitting on the couch. Come on, let's go."
With a soft chuckle, she waved to a nearby servant, instructing them to set the breakfast table. Then, Blizz turned toward the stairs, as she needed a quick shower before joining her mother.
By the time she returned to the breakfast table, Rosy had already nearly finished her meal.
"Where's Dad?" Blizz asked, taking her seat.
"He's staying at his friend's house for the day," Rosy replied "Maybe that old man doesn't want to come home," she added dramatically.
Blizz laughed softly, shaking her head. "Haha, come on, Mom. It's not like that. Anyways, he doesn't go out much anymore. Let him be."
Rosy huffed in playful annoyance. "Yes, well, you're always at your office, and now he's away. What am I supposed to do here at home?"
Blizz paused for a moment, thinking carefully. "Well, there is this museum in the nearby town it's quite famous. Why don't you visit? I'm sure you'd have a great time."
Rosy mulled over the suggestion for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully. "You know what? That sounds perfect. I'll go today."
After finishing her breakfast, Blizz pushed her chair back and stood up. She glanced at her mother, who was sipping her tea with a contented smile.
"Mom, I'm heading out to the office now," Blizz said, already grabbing her coat from the back of the chair.
Rosy nodded, her eyes soft with pride. "You're always in a rush, my dear, take care."
Blizz chuckled, giving her mother a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll be fine. Just need to make sure GC keeps running smoothly." She walked over to the door, her heels clicking lightly on the floor.
She picked up her phone and sent a quick text to her driver. "Get the car ready. I'm heading out now."
Within minutes, she grabbed her bag and headed outside. The familiar sleek black car was waiting for her as she stepped onto the driveway, the engine already running, ready to take her to Green-Core's headquarters. She settled into the backseat, checking her schedule for the day.
The car rolled to a stop at a traffic signal, the engine's hum blending with the city's noise. Blizz sat in the back seat, her mind already racing through the day's agenda—meetings, emails, decisions. But as the light turned red, something caught her eye.
A familiar face in the crowd.
Blizz's gaze sharpened, and she instinctively reached for her sunglasses, sliding them on. Without a second thought, she pushed open the car door and stepped out, the driver glancing back at her, clearly confused by her sudden decision.
She was heading toward someone—someone she had seen after so long.
It was Erik.
He was standing by the curb, absorbed in his phone, completely unaware of her approach. A sense of familiarity washed over her as she started walking toward him, her steps unhurried.
"Erik!" Blizz called out.
He looked up, his expression shifting from surprise to recognition. "Blizz?" he said, his voice tinged with surprise as he saw her.