The room was unlit, the only faint light coming from the glow of streetlights filtering through the gaps in the curtains.
Renee Sinclair sat in the dim circle of light, her face expressionless, her eyes cold.
Perhaps it was because the sub-zero night was so frigid that even her tears felt bone-chillingly cold.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked numbly, staring into the gloom beyond the circle of light.
"Hmph…"
A mechanical female voice laughed in her mind. "Because I want Charlotte Shaw to die!"
"Because you want Charlotte Shaw to die, and I want her to live. To force me to compromise, you controlled my body and made me strip in front of Felix Preston."
Her heart was twisting in agony, yet Renee Sinclair's voice remained devoid of any emotion—as flat as stagnant water.
