The small leather shoes gleamed with polished blackness, immaculately clean.
Black leather met Nadi's pale, delicate fingers, creating a stark contrast between darkness and light.
Nadi raised her head in surprise.
Amin stood there in a perfectly tailored miniature suit, arms crossed, exuding an air of superiority despite his young age.
"...It's you!" Nadi's face drained of color, her lips bloodless. She parted her lips weakly, her faint voice trembling with disbelief.
She glanced at Amin, then forced herself to look toward her supposed "brother." The boy flashed her a sinister smile before peeling away a layer of latex from his face, revealing features completely unfamiliar to Nadi.
This face bore no resemblance to Ahmad or Fatimah!
This person was certainly not her brother!
Nadi's mind went blank as a rush of blood surged to her throat. She erupted into violent coughing fits, blood trickling slowly from the corner of her mouth.