They put Tzuyu in another chair beside me and tied her up. She did not look good; her head was hanging from her shoulders and her eyes were glazed.

There were about a dozen men dressed in black army suits standing around the room with weapons in their hands. It was like déjà vu from when my family was still alive.

Mr. and Mrs. Ettore gasped as they saw a man walking into the light. He had a lean body, with black hair nicely gelled to the side. He was wearing a suit and tie and his black shiny shoes did not make a single noise as he made his way to us.

"What have you done with Tzuyu?" I asked angrily.

****** touched Tzuyu's cheeks and with a knife he cut off one of her wrists. ****** watched her blood gush down the chair. I was speechless.

"No, leave her alone," Suzy screamed. ****** made Tzuyu taste her own blood and for our surprise she started to giggle her lips.

"Again, again, again," She was jumping up and down her seat hapilly. Sighing, she closed her eyes and tilted her head until she was facing the ceiling. Her head was slowly moving to an imaginary beat.

"What was the price?" Nayeon spoke through gritted teeth.

"Of what?" He smiled.

"Of my mistakes."

We jumped as Tzuyu burst laughing at something we couldn't hear or see, which ever made her less insane.

"Mommy always said; never make the same mistake twice." Tzuyu said implying that the poison he pump