Kneeling down on one knee, Olivia tore off the opponent's neck armor, her hand gripping his throat like an iron vise.
To suffocate in a coma from severe injuries, or choose a more dignified way to die...
Her eyes locked onto a familiar face.
Her gaze swept over his swollen, almost shredded cheek, watching his English brows knit in pain and weakness...
...heartbroken...
...resentful... self-blaming...
The incredibly foreign emotions made Olivia short of breath.
A chilling touch brushed across her cheek...
Was it raining?
...
......
The sea breeze was slightly cool.
Leaning against a large tree, he slowly opened his eyes, taking in the courtyard of the mansion on the West Bay heights.
"Hey~! My dear Leon,"
Upon hearing the call from above, Leon was slightly startled and looked up.
On the branches extending outside the tree, Ines sat in a formal dress, her calves, wrapped in innovative black tights, swaying lightly.
