It was late into the night.
The lights of the Reflections Villa had dimmed, no longer as stunningly opulent as before, leaving only a few dozen passage lanterns emitting a warm yet faint glow.
The villa was eerily quiet. Everyone had already retired for the night. Martha left her room; ensuring there was no one around, she took a detour and arrived at another room. Before turning the knob, she looked around cautiously.
Seeing no one was following, she quickly entered and locked the door behind her.
The man inside noticed her arrival, his voice filled with reproach.
"Why are you here?"
"I've looked around. No one's following me."
Martha poured herself a glass of water. After gulping it down, she angrily crumpled the disposable cup.
"A cheap tart, thinking she's so important." The man's eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent, apparently extremely dissatisfied with Alma's actions.
