A blue-haired girl with soaked hair clinging to her skin and drenched clothes sticking to her body proportions had both hands chained to the wall, yet her icy gaze revealed her unyielding, solid nature.
Beside her was a golden-haired woman clad in a white linen gown, which was also dripping with cold water. She shivered while the pain from the chains scraping against her wrist made her eyes puffy, but she held her tears.
The air was a bit moist, and the echoes from above revealed their location was underground. Despite the cold, Sheila glared at the masked woman, who chuckled while throwing the bucket to the ground.
"You bitch. YOU KILLED MY BOYFRIEND!" the masked woman screamed, causing Sheila to scoff. "And I don't care."
"Hehehe, you don't care, huh?" The masked woman removed her mask, revealing her burned face and glowing yellow eyes.
