Twisted mind

Ophelia felt her hands shaking. She was at a loss for words, but what she had witnessed kept replaying in her mind like the recent event it was. She recognized that he was deserving of his label as a psychopath, which he had always been given. Despite the dark aura that wildly sprang from him, he conducted himself without fuss. 

She stepped out of the darkness of the hallway into the bright hallway.

"Bullshit!" She roared and slammed her hand against the hard wall behind her. The impact of her hand caused a massive crack to appear instantly, followed by a loud thud. 

Tainted memories? Moonstone? Memory stone? Her father? Nikolai?! This time, Ophelia screamed angrily, striking the wall with her fist, leaving a large, cracked hole.

Her life had become a complete disaster! She was a damn assassin!

She moved away from the wall, gritting her teeth. "I won't be played with,"