But despite Max's efforts, Max felt himself sinking deeper into Anesthesia's spell. It was as if her magic had a firm hold on his very soul, clouding his judgment and blurring the lines between right and wrong.
Camilla's voice, like a siren's song, continued to beckon him. "Senior," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear, "you don't have to do this alone. Let me be by your side."
The sensation of her closeness sent shivers down Max's spine, and he struggled to maintain control. He knew that giving in to his desires would only lead to further entanglement in the web of the fair's mysteries.
Max's internal struggle had reached a breaking point. With a sharp bite on his lips, he managed to regain control over his emotions and desires. Opening his eyes, his gaze held a stern determination as he addressed Camilla.
"I am okay," he declared, his voice unwavering. "I don't need your help."
