Lucinda couldn’t walk well because she was still trying to process everything; the moving people, the vehicles, the fresh breeze blowing through her skin, the beautiful morning sky, which was completely different from that of hell. She was looking at the sky without looking where she was going. She bumped into a man. His head hit the armor she was wearing. He clutched his forehead and stared at her in anger.

"Hey, miss, watch where you are going." He said to Lucinda, who was ...