Chapter 30

“This can’t be happening,” murmured Imani under her breath in horror. “No,” she whispered to herself.

She didn’t understand how she was in a different place or maybe time frame, when she hadn’t taken a drop out of the tube of truth or whatever Azazel called it, she had even been contemplating doing it.

Then did this mean this was her afterlife? She questioned herself.

But she felt no pain, thought Imani to herself, and she looked at the front side of her shirt, which was spotless except for some smudge of dirt from where she had woken up from. Did she slump and die?

The confused Apogee turned extremely anxious, noticing more people staring at her as she walked down the cobblestone street as if she was some kind of alien in here. The women started gossiping, murmuring amongst themselves.

“What a strange girl, to wear clothes like men and in such a way,” commented one of the women with disgust in her eyes.

Imani, who heard this, couldn’t blame them.