A week later.
Inside a dimly lit dungeon room, decorated with two medieval torches placed in metal candle holders by both sides of the walls, Venn's face was illuminated by the torches' light.
He was seated on a wooden chair in the office that had belonged to Liya located inside the inner area of the Brothel with his arms crossed and with his legs placed on top of the office table that Liya had been using for her daily work.
Looking around the room, he was reminiscing about the time he spent with Rin. The room was the very same place that he mind-breaks Rin, and the sight of it filled him with memories of the invaluable time they had spent together.
He could still vividly remember the splendid moans made by Rin in the room.
But alas, that was in the past.
