“Confess the foulness of your action, lady,” a voice came from nowhere.
It was gloomy inside, the drum I heard earlier could now be seen on a platform at the far end, there’s a man sitting behind. Moving his head, like an automation.
As my eyes became accustomed to the gloom. I began to see that the hall was not empty, but there’s other figures sitting along the wall, their clothes painted with a magic symbol, added prevading mysterious red cap, and sword.
Star Wars?! How---
The unfamiliar warmth touch invaded my body, someone whispered.
“The patient hallucinating again, Doc.”
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Short Story100 WORDS|COMPLETED It was an incident fit to worry anyone.
