'Now that's scary,' I thought. I can't approach her recklessly as I thought to be. If she so ever touches a single strand of my hair, I would immediately rot.
Kara's laughter echoed in the bubble, a chilling sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Didn't it ever cross your mind that this could also be your burial place? How stupid!"
I gritted my teeth, feeling the pressure of her words. She began to advance toward me, and instinctively, I backed away. She was right—trapping her inside my space could just as easily lead to my own demise. But if I deactivated my skill, she would unleash her wrath on the innocent people still trapped in the cell.
I quickly tied my hair tightly in a bun, trying to clear my mind and focus. I needed a plan, a way to outsmart her without putting myself or the others in danger.
"You're not as clever as you think," Kara taunted, her eyes glinting with malice. "You're just prolonging the inevitable. Sooner or later, you'll have to make a choice."
