The Perpetrator

"Don't make a move or else I will kill you Xia." A voice so familiar to her greeted her ears.

From where she stood paralyzed, Xia flinch. Her once naturally pinkish cheeks turned into paper white. The perpetrator's voice was utterly familiar not only that she seem to know things about her too and to be specific she knew her name.

Where did I hear that voice? She pondered the question hoping she will have an answer. But no matter how hard she try she cannot think of an explanation. It's like she was trying to reach for an object inside her mind which is only an inch away but even though she try so hard to grab it, it was impossible to reach with her outstretched palms.

Amused, the perpetrator let go of an insulting chuckle after seeing the look of confusion on her face. It's as if she was trying to entertain herself by staring at her clueless face.