Trish sat on the couch inside the turtle’s hidden room, her hands still slightly trembling as she tried to steady her breathing. Her gaze remained fixed on her hand that had once been severed, the memory of the earlier events replaying in her mind—her own father, a man she had never even met till now, was really just wanting to kill her himself.

Lost in her thoughts, she nearly jumped out of her skin when a voice suddenly cut through the silence.

"Ah—! say something next time!"

Her head snapped up, her wide, startled eyes locking onto you, surprised. It was still so strange to her—how these people, complete strangers only days ago, were willing to risk their lives for her....even now.

"God… you nearly scared me to death."