I was done.

Done with Everything.

With everyone.

I turned into an auditorium-typed room, to see women, of ages 15-30 all lined up, each beautiful in their own unique ways. I turned to my right, and saw a beautiful blonde girl. Big blue eyes, and blonde hair. Straight at the top, slightly curly towards the bottom. She was fragile and slim, and wore a white dress, so short it barely covered an inch below her hips. It brought out her curves and her light makeup revealed and enhanced her beautiful eyes.

She was beauty itself.

And she was crying. In fact, crying would be an understatement.

"Your Jina..right?" she croaked.

She had been watching me too.

"Yeah" I nervously replied

"Praise the lord! We will all be saved then" her french accent thicker than before

She really was beautiful.

"What do you mean?" I replied

"They're here to set us free. They were just waiting....for you"

"I'm sorry, I'm confused" I gently said as I was embraced from behind

I turned around and saw Yureom, crying, shaking wearing similar clothes as the french woman in front of me.

"I thought you were dead!" she wailed

I placed