Chương 121: Tension
As the tension in the room reached a boiling point, the Rollie Rollie twins abruptly stopped their work on Lyra's outfit. Lyra, her anger and frustration finally boiling over, turned to face Dante, her eyes blazing with fury.
"You've been holding me captive here, Dante, all while pretending to be my friend," she accused, her voice trembling with emotion. "But you're just as manipulative as your sister. I don't want to join your evil mafia, Dante! I want you to leave, now!"
Dante, taken aback by the intensity of Lyra's outburst, tried to calm her down. "Lyra, please, let me explain. It's not what you think."
But Lyra was beyond reason. She pointed to the door, her hand shaking with rage. "I said, leave!"
Dante, realizing that there was no way to salvage the situation, nodded solemnly. With a heavy heart, he gathered the Rollie Rollie twins and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Lyra alone in her room.
As soon as they were gone, Lyra broke down, the weight of her emotions finally overwhelming her. She sank to the floor, her body wracked with sobs as the tears streamed down her face. The betrayal she felt, the isolation, the fear – it all came crashing down on her at once.
But even in her darkest moment, Lyra knew that she couldn't give up. She had to find a way out of this nightmare, to escape the clutches of the Nightfall Mafia and reunite with her friends.
With a shaky hand, Lyra reached for her journal and began to write, her mind racing with ideas and plans. She knew that she needed to explore the mansion, to find its hidden secrets and weaknesses, if she ever hoped to escape.
But there was one major obstacle standing in her way – Dante's father, Veil. Lyra knew that he was a formidable foe, with powers and abilities that far surpassed her own. She would need to be careful, to gather as much information as possible without drawing his attention.
As she scribbled furiously in her journal, Lyra felt a newfound sense of determination rising within her. She wiped away her tears, her eyes hard with resolve. No matter what it took, no matter how long she had to bide her time, she would find a way out of Nightfall Mansion.
But even as she plotted and planned, Lyra couldn't shake the feeling of fear that crept up her spine. The mansion was vast and filled with unknown dangers, and she knew that one wrong move could spell disaster.
She thought of Dante, of the way he had pretended to be her ally while all along working to keep her trapped. The betrayal stung, but Lyra refused to let it break her. She would use her pain, her anger, to fuel her determination to escape.
With a deep breath, Lyra closed her journal and stood up
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