Alice curled up under the blanket, fear and unease from the unfamiliar environment constantly gnawing at her mind. She did not even dare to hope that someone would come to save her. The lord she had once been bound to by contract was already dead, and her connection to the territory no longer existed.
Worse still, Adrian's horrifying actions kept replaying in her mind. He took pleasure in killing, and the dungeon had been filled with corpses.
"How did it come to this? What has happened to this world?"
She pulled the blanket higher, trying to cover her nose with its warmth, yet even so, she could not feel the slightest bit of comfort.
"It's warm now. I don't think you need to wrap yourself up so tightly."
Rosalia stepped gracefully out of the shadows, lifting her elegant skirt slightly as she performed a noble curtsy.
"It's you. You killed so many people!" Alice trembled violently, her pupils contracting as memories of that day surged back. "You're not human. You're a demon!"
