This is all present. I’ll take you six months into the past. Back to the day, the moment, I drew that symbol; the symbol of the devourer, the end, the inevitable, or so I thought. The symbol stood out on my pale white arm. And for once, I felt glad that I was having a headache, for I couldn’t overthink about the symbol. At least not at that moment. I grabbed my purse and walked outside my room to my grandma’s. “Granny, can I go to the pharmacy? I couldn’t find the medicine for my headache. I think I misplaced