Sketch #3

Alma knew. Knew that she shouldn't be there. If her instinte didn't warned her, the sign did.

And under it was the signature of Odracid.

She should go back.

She should run. 

She took a deep breath. Raised her hand. But the door was closed. 

"Great"

Alma turned over and there he was. 

He was so different. 

In the vision there were passion in his eyes. But the ones in front of her were cold, and both blue. His blonde hair was longer, touching his shoulders. His mouth was just a straight line. 

"No trespassing", he said in a deep voice. 

He looked like a bodyguard, ready for action. But still, he didn't realise who was in front of him: his enemy.