It was night in Metro City.
Nadia's penthouse was quiet but awake.
Only the pale blue glow of the city leaked in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Nadia sat at the head of the shattered dining table.
Her face was drained of color.
She simply wasn't herself.
Dry lips, hollow eyes, twitching pupils.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Her fingers drummed the table in uneven rhythms.
Tap—tap—tap—tap—
Her heel bounced against the tiled floor nonstop.
Her breathing wouldn't steady.
Not even for a second.
"...…"
She swallowed.
Her throat burned while her skin crawled.
Then she shot up from her chair so fast it scraped violently across the floor.
Nadia snatched her luxurious trenchcoat from the back of a broken chair and feverishly threw it over herself without even buttoning it.
She ripped open drawers.
Cabinets.
Cushions.
Her movements were frantic and desperate.
It was like seeing an unintelligent creature fool around.
Shards of glass bit into her palms.
