<p>&ldquo;Damn it&hellip;, are you going to try to stop me?&rdquo; A man&rsquo;s voice as the red moon fills his vision. This is a premonition. The man in her dream was the one who saved her from the hell her stepmother had created in her last life. &ldquo;For his sake,&rdquo; she says, &rdquo;I must stay out of his life.&rdquo; But after the regression, she&hellip; &ldquo;Why did you come now?&rdquo; Once again she was shaken by the man&rsquo;s plaintive plea. * * * &ldquo;&hellip;Are you ill?&rdquo; The gentle, careful way she swept her bangs back was unmistakably that of &ldquo;her&rdquo;. And he knows it. If Evelyn was really &ldquo;her&rdquo;, there was no way she wouldn&rsquo;t recognize him. Then&hellip; &ldquo;Who the hell are you?&rdquo;</p>