Chapter 9

In the darkness, Alex leans against the crown of her bed and starts twirling her bracelet while thinking. It was given to her by her cousin 'Albert'. In two days, she had eaten only two apples which were in the fruit basket in the same room. The wounds on her hands were still the same. The wounds were getting sore due to the lack of ointment, but she didn't care. Her feelings gradually disappeared. She, who once smelled like flowers, now looked like an old tree in autumn.

Ultimately, it was the price of her dreams, sacrificing herself for the sake of his madness and horror.

She was just sitting there when someone opened the door and came in. Conard looked very tired in wrinkled clothes with string-adorned eyes. He was busy with work for two consecutive days. He looked at her. As he saw her in a strange disheveled dress, he became enraged.

"Which language do you understand? How many times have I said that I don't like dirt, then why are you so dirty?" Taking out clothes for himself fro