SAKACINA

About this Novel

Frantically, she sprinted, her gaze fixed on the path ahead, desperately trying to elude the sinister figure cloaked in her Abaya. Her breath came in short, panicked gasps as she continued her escape. Adrenaline coursing through her veins, Razane stole a quick glance over her shoulder. What she saw was the very entity she had been fleeing, trailing her with relentless determination. Suddenly, a burst of laughter erupted from her lips, a nervous reaction to the tension that had built within her. Not due to any gust of wind, but an involuntary response to the fear that had consumed her. In the distance, a cry for help pierced the air, drawing Razane's attention. Sitting beside Atare, she could hear the urgency in the voice, instantly compelling her to react. Despite the biting cold that enveloped the room, she was drenched in sweat, trembling in a desperate attempt to maintain her composure.