Chapitre 232: Hell is Divided into Two

"Hey, you… you need to wake up. There's a feast to see…"

"...but Uncle, I'm scared… what if I started hurting someone else? I don't want it..."

"Erm, who cares? He's not fragile. Come on, up you go..."

That was the last voice Rosanna had heard in her sleep. When she opened her eyes, she saw the white ceiling of the ICU and heard the terrifying beeps of the heart machine. She tried to move, but she figured that her body wasn't moving like it used to. The fatigue remained even if she hadn't moved in a while.

Her eyes then looked to the side, hoping to find anyone around her. By the overlooking glass, she saw the silhouette of a man standing there. Her eyes couldn't focus properly, but she felt like she knew who it was. However, the man didn't wait for her to find out his identity as he went to leave.