Luckily, the suspended car had a self-driving system, so there was no accident on the road.
When she finally arrived at the nightclub, she saw...
The young man sitting at the bar drinking.
"Kill him."
That was a raspy voice Hera heard.
It was also the only thought she had at the time.
Later, she clearly remembered herself constantly closing in on him, only to be suddenly embraced by the man, unable to make any move, her consciousness slipping away immediately.
The hissing sound by her ear vanished, and she felt as if she fell asleep from a dream, only to be brought back by a cold drink splashed on her.
Hera turned to look at the young man leisurely sipping his drink beside her. He wore glasses, had a scholarly look, a young face with defined features, and had a faint smile at the corners of his mouth throughout.
Then she looked at the fruit knife in the sofa not far away, with only the handle visible.
It wasn't a dream just now.
