The man trembled and spilled every bit of information he knew about the Illuminati.


    "Sounds like you''re not so useful," Marion said, watching the man shiver in fear. "Everyone here is guilty. To redeem yourselves, your souls will stay in this castle." Before anyone could process his words, gunshots erupted around them. Screams filled the air. In just moments, the castle was thick with the smell of blood.


    "You''re out of your mind!" shouted the man, rushing toward the exit.


    But before he could get close, he was shot dead.


    "Sir, we''ll take care of the rest," said a guard.


    "Make sure to clear all the traces," Marion ordered before leaving the castle alone.


    His eyes reflected the cold light of the moon. The air around him was chilling.


    Since the day he arrived overseas, everyone was nothing more than a dead man to him.


    Debra had a dream of hering-of-age ceremony.


    Everyone was smiling, and everything was perfect.


    Suddenly, a gunshot shattered everything. The world went ck. She could only hear someone walking toward her.


    The footsteps grew louder. She turned her head and saw Marioning up.


    She was about to leap into his arms with joy, but then she saw the cold expression on his face.


    "Marion..." Debra mumbled, feeling like she was trapped in a nightmare.


    Marion raised his gun, the dark barrel


    bet


    guned over her shoulder. The


    gunshot was deafening, and skil


    covered her ears in fear.


    She trembled and turned around to look. There, covered in blood, was Andrew.


    "Debra..." Andrew tried to speak, but his figure started to fade away.


    Her eyes flew open, and she felt something cold on her forehead.


    Instinctively, she pulled away. "Who is there?"


    Marion paused. "It''s me. You''re running a high fever."


    Debra rxed a little, but as she looked into Marion''s eyes, the scene from her dream shed back.


    That kind of expression was something she had never seen on his face.


    "I don''t scent


    nk it''s a fever. It''s just the


    ham the castle. I couldn''t


    handle it," she said,''


    up to


    touch her face.


    It was indeed burning. The intoxicating, sweet fragrance from earlier had almost


    overwhelmed her senses.


    "So, you pinched yourself?" Marion


    lifted the hem of her dress just


    slightly and saw the bruise on ker thigh. "You''re hard on yourself, which makes me feel bad.