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Beatrice's legs trembled violently. She could no longer sit still. The two people who constantly watched her were standing not far from her. Beatrice's eyes often wandered towards the wide-open door, as if waiting for its owner to enter this room.

Yet, besides planning to make cupcakes, today she also wanted to learn how to cook grilled fish with garlic seasoning. A few days ago, Ute had served her that dish. But unfortunately, her aspirations had to be put on hold due to the news of Sam's return. What prayers could she offer to be free from this tense situation?

She couldn't hope for bad news to come. As long as she was allowed out of that room, whispers about a person who was shot and killed reached Beatrice's ears. Although she wasn't sure what kind of person Tony was, it seemed like he was decent and well-known in this household. But when she thought about it, shouldn't they all know each other? They were... a group, right? A mischievous gang. They should stick together and be ins