Late at night, the bright lights of City B shone through the retro silk curtains.
In the luxurious living room, Eva Nightingale lay on the sofa, sweating heavily.
It seemed to be that nightmare that had troubled her for a long time...
A torrential downpour.
A trail of crimson blood...
It was the night when Lucas Knight fell...
But the dream gradually changed into a cold basement, where Lucas Knight expressionlessly and mercilessly splashed two buckets of water on her, instantly chilling her to the core.
A sharp pain in her head, as if she had fallen into a vast ocean, coldness attacking from all sides...
Ugh...
In the vast ocean, she was gradually sinking, sinking and sinking, filled with countless fears. This ocean was so unfamiliar, she struggled, unable to swim ashore, chased by people in black, until she gradually lost consciousness.
"Uh..." Eva woke up, frightened!
Sitting up, she felt cold all over.
This dream was a bit different.
