Yvonne locked herself in her room. She had nightmares the entire night.

In her nightmares, Mark was standing right in front of her. He was shrouded in a black fog, yet it didn't hide his condescending gaze.

He was mocking her for working so hard but still failing to protect the people closest to her.

As the black fog dissipated, a pistol appeared in Mark's hand. Elvin and Britney were lying on the ground next to his feet.

He sneered and raised his pistol, aiming at Elvin's head.

"No!" Yvonne woke up with a scream. She opened her eyes immediately.

The room was cold, but she was sweating. Even her hair was sticking to her face. She looked at the ceiling, catching her breath. After a while, reality slowly set in.

No. She had to pick herself up soon. She couldn't let Mark hurt anyone close to her again.

…

The sun was barely up when Stephen headed to Yvonne's room. He had just raised his hand to knock on the door when it swung open.

Yvonne stood in front of him with her hair tied