All she could hear was the loud beating of her heart. She clenched her hands to her chest. It was as if she was in a burning room. Her skin felt hot, her heart beating fast. She felt breathless. At any moment she felt like bursting. Whatever it is that is inside her, it was rumbling, lurching out of her control. She does not know what it is, but she knows that it wasn't anything good. She walked far, far away from the palace to the garden of roses in various colors. With her trembling legs, she stood in the middle of an open space. The breeze somehow alleviated the pain, but it was still there, reminding her that she wasn't someone who is supposed to exist in this world. "I'm Jennette Margarita...Jennette de Alger Obelia..." The moon shined brightly.