Explanation:
Stars scattered out on the pale dark lavender sky, below the town become silent, wistful wind blew carrying the eerily sound of the night. I gulped, tears streaming down my bloodied, disfigured face. I'm going to die and no one will know how, why and by who I will be served death. I inhaled the sweet air, chuckled and then the door creeked.
The answer is C. North America
