FAZER LOGINIt wasn't a face card that appeared before her. Muller hadn't chosen the card she feared, rather the number nine of diamonds.The moment the card landed on the table, the air around Jane seemed to grow heavy. Staring at it, she could hear her own heart sinking deep into the bottom of her stomach, dropping lower and lower until it felt impossible to breathe properly. Her fingers curled slightly against her lap. She hadn't expected it. She truly hadn't expected that the card Victor had told the truth about would actually turn out to be the Joker card.It meant that all this time, Victor had given himself away without even lying once. Every word that came out from his mouth had been the truth from the very beginning and yet nobody had believed him.And if only Muller had.If only Muller had known Victor better... wouldn't he have chosen the card? Wouldn't he have realized that Victor was the kind of person who could speak honestly while making everyone think he was deceiving them?And if
The joker settled in one of the two cards. Upturned, they both looked exactly the same, identical pieces of paper that carried entirely different fates beneath them. Only Victor knew where the Joker was. Jane hadn't even managed to steal a glance before he had placed both cards flat against the table with the ease of someone arranging flowers instead of gambling a human life away.Her life away.She stared at the cards as if staring long enough would somehow reveal the answer hidden beneath one of them. But there was nothing. No mark, no crease, no difference she could catch. Just two cards resting under the dim lights while laughter and chatter echoed around the room as though this was all entertainment.Perhaps to them, it was.She couldn't tell which card would push her into another vampire's hands. Into Muller's hands. A man whose smile alone made her feel as though her skin had already been peeled open. Being drunk away in some gathering, sold to another household, or worse, carv
"How twisted," she whispered and saw as Victor smiled as if proud that the world was nothing but a twisted hell."What card do I have on my left finger now?" Victor asked again and seeing the card between his fingers, Jane gritted her jaw tightly.Should she tell him the truth? Should she lie instead?For many reasons, she couldn't make her decision. She knew Victor's horrible habit of wanting to throw people into suffering simply because he found amusement in it, so what difference would this situation make? If he wanted to lose on purpose just to watch her panic and suffer afterward, that would be extremely entertaining for someone like him.But on the other hand, Victor also hated losing.Even in something trivial, he despised defeat to an unreasonable extent. It was possible that despite wanting to torment her, he still wanted to win the game in the end.Both choices seemed equally possible. But Victor... he had always been an unpredictable man. It was easy for him to do one thing
Victor raised his hand slightly and almost immediately, an eager servant hurried toward him with a handkerchief carefully placed over his palm.With that, Victor didn't even have to clean the mess he created himself.He merely wiped his blood stained fingers slowly against the soft fabric before casually tossing the handkerchief aside once he was done.Meanwhile, two maids had already rushed forward to clean the table.The once pristine white towels they carried quickly turned crimson as they soaked up the endless blood spread across the wooden surface. Even the cards themselves had become drenched red now, sticking heavily against the table while traces of blood continuously dripped from the edges onto the monochrome floor beneath them.Yet despite the horrifying sight before everyone, nobody stepped forward to stop Victor.Nobody even dared to say what he had done was wrong.Not a single person. It was as though whatever Victor did would always be forgiven in the end, as though the
The corridor looks longer before Jane's eyes. She saw how the hallway had only stretched forward and stretched even more. She thought she would have hit the edge of the hallway, yet for some reason, she couldn't. Perhaps it was all up in her head, after all, she was filled with so much fear that she could feel her heart was about to leap out of her chest. The five minute she had spent to run away from the corridor felt like an hour and without hesitating, Jane took the left path. Truthfully, she still doesn't know the layout of the large manor but no matter what, she knew she had to run away first, run away as far as possible from that blue eyed blind monster!By the time she saw rooms, Jane tried to pry them open, but for some reason they were all locked, as if the path for her escape was already put to a stop beforehand which should have been impossible. But when she imagined Victor's cold face and his snake like smile, she could feel that he had predicted her move.It should be i
Her eyebrows twitched and a part of her suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to lift her hand and drag it harshly across Victor's platinum hair until every smooth strand became a complete mess.That silky hair annoyed her so much.Perhaps because it always gave him an almost heavenly glow beneath the dim lights while his heart itself was nothing but a deep dark abyss capable of swallowing people whole without remorse.Feeling spiteful, she couldn't help but quietly mutter beneath her breath, "If only that man was my master, perhaps he would listen to a small wish that his servant makes."Crunch.A sharp crispy sound suddenly echoed throughout the room. Everyone immediately snapped their heads toward Victor at once.Jane herself froze at the sound but more than that, the red liquid that seemed so dark maroon as it dripped one drop by another She watched as Victor had crushed the card resting in his hand with enough force that the sharp corners pierced directly into his palm. The edges







