Julies Evans's POV
Damn… using my own face against her was a clever move after all.
Truth be told, I hadn't expected Alice to show up here of all places—the storage room.
I assumed she would've left the auction house with Amelia, or at the very least crossed blades with Doran. That was the path I had prepared for, the outcome I thought inevitable. But Alice… she always has a way of defying my expectations.
She saw through my plan. She came straight here. And now she's standing in my way.
The irony isn't lost on me—she thinks she's facing the partner of the Phantom Thief, the so-called Faceless Imposter. What she doesn't realize is that she's looking directly at me.
My problem is simple yet cruel: I can't kill her. If she dies, so do I.
But I can't let her succeed, either. Which leaves me with only one choice.
I have to stop her without truly harming her. I have to break her will, weaken her conviction, make her hesitate.
That's why I decided to use the dirtiest trick I had.
