Camilla's breath quickened, her chest tightening as if the very air was being sucked from the room. The weight of Draven's knowledge, his twisted power, bore down on her, suffocating her will. She could see the change in Richard's eyes too; the horror of his father's transformation was now unmistakable.
She gasped for air, feeling her body weaken under the strain. Anesthesia's voice echoed in her mind, dripping with a mix of frustration and bitter admiration. "That bastard is always a step ahead," Anesthesia murmured. "He knew before you even set foot here."
Camilla fought back the urge to scream at the spirit within her. "If you knew him so well, why did you let me come here?" she thought angrily, her internal voice laced with despair.
Anesthesia's response was almost nonchalant, as if the situation amused her. "I need a new body. You can't contain me anymore. Your life is fading, Camilla."
