"You're insane! You're digging your own grave!" The man slumped to the ground, tears and snot mixing together, staining the clean clothes he once took pride in. At this moment, he had no trace of nobility left. He used all his strength to scream at Sofia, his voice raspy like a broken bellows: "You'll die! We will all die!"
Sofia glanced at him with disdain, as if she were looking at a dying insect. She casually ran her slender fingers through her flame-like burning red hair, admiring her exquisite makeup in the mirror, as if she hadn't heard the man's wailing.
"Who knows?" Her tone was flippant, with a touch of amusement, as if death was nothing but a game to her.
