The red light of the full moon shone upon him, casting an eerie crimson glow over the scene and adding to the sense of foreboding that enveloped Beatrice.
"Are you looking for me?" The Devil's words rang out, his voice both seductive and menacing at the same time.
Beatrice's breath caught in her throat as she took a step back. Her mind raced with fear as she tried to make sense of what was happening. Was she really standing on the balcony of the Devil's lair?
'What is he going to do with me? Is he going to kidnap me? What should I do?' Her mind raced with panicked thoughts.
'Calm down, Beatrice. It's just a dream. You'll wake up soon like usual,' she reassured herself, but her body continued to tremble and she struggled to find her voice.
The Devil stood up and turned around to face her. Beatrice could see his piercing red eyes glowing in the dark as he smiled a crooked smile.
