Inside her storage were her dresses and something else.
It was a vial.
Her keen senses honed in on a small, inconspicuous object nestled among her belongings. With a mix of curiosity and trepidation, she reached out to pick it up.
Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the sinister nature of the item in her hand. It was a vial containing a deadly poison, something that she had already encountered in the past.
Its malevolent aura sent shivers down her spine, and a sickening realization dawned upon her.
This was a carefully orchestrated trap, a meticulously crafted plan to frame her for a crime she did not commit.
Eve's mind raced, trying to piece together the sinister puzzle before her. Who would dare do this to her? The answer eluded her, yet the gravity of the situation was crystal clear. She had become a pawn in a scheme! Again!