บท 92: Old time sake

Rose paced the opulent expanse of her penthouse, her steps echoing against the marble floors like the tolling of a distant bell. Thoughts swirled in her mind like a tempest, each one vying for attention in the maelstrom of her consciousness.

At the forefront of her thoughts was Damien's ultimatum, the chilling echo of his words reverberating in her mind like the toll of a death knell. The unconditional surrender of her immortal soul – it was a demand so audacious, so utterly reprehensible, that it threatened to consume her with its sheer malevolence.