TILLY woke up crying. The long dream that she had was so vivid it hurt her heart. She wanted to ponder on it for a moment.
But as soon as she felt a strange presence in the room, she touched the tattoo around her wrist and grabbed the iron crab mallet as soon as it manifested in the air. Then, she got up and pointed it at the stranger beside her bed.
She covered Winter's tiny body with her other hand. Also, she noticed that Sentinel was unconscious on the floor.
"Who are you?" Tilly asked threateningly at the silhouette in front of her. Dammit, I can't see clearly.
The room was very dark. Only the moonlight coming through the open balcony served as light. And the intruder was standing against it.
She could make out a silhouette of a man wearing a robe though. He was tall, lean, and he had long hair. Come to think of it, the stranger's built could belong to a woman. But for some reason, she was very sure that the one in front of her was a man.
