It had been three days since the accident. Rosy could finally walk without the pain piercing her ribs. The place where she stood was almost empty. And each step echoed like a warning.
Rosy went down the stairs, following the piano melody she had heard when she woke up. Victor was playing. Sitting at the piano, his back straight, he touched the keys with almost inhuman precision.
"You look better," he said without turning around.
"Enough to make you question yourself."
"That's what I was afraid of." He stopped playing and stood up. His gaze met hers. "Who are you really, Victor?" She asked.
"The person who saved you from the flames and the one you tried to kill five months ago."
"What? That's not true... I don't remember that attack."
"That's what I was told. That you had forgotten." He stood up and slowly approached her.
"You were the best in the Rose Guard unit. Cold and heartless, but very effective."
"I am no longer that woman," she replied.
"It's true you're not anymore. But now you're a mystery, and I hate mysteries." He stopped a few centimeters from her. His grey eyes stared at her without tenderness.
"So, why "Have you kept me here?" She asked.
"Because I want to know... if the killer inside you is still asleep."
"What if she wakes up?"
"So I'll see if I prefer to kiss you or kill you."
Rosy stepped back without giving him an answer. Victor let her go. When she left the room, he placed his hand on the piano and murmured:
"Ranbir... You're still in his shadow, aren't you?"