Inez stood in front of the mirror, dressed in a luxurious silver-gray gown.
Her white hair was freed from its bindings, hanging naturally on the slender sides of her waist like a beam of white light. Her clear, bright silver pupils were like two silver moons, reflecting her own figure.
Her face was expressionless.
Inez controlled the muscles on her face, lifting the corners of her mouth and narrowing her eyes slightly, turning the silver mirror into a crescent moon.
A perfect smile.
She slowly raised her right hand, reaching out with her flawless white fingers, and gently touched the face of the person in the mirror.
Inez shook her head.
The responsibility she had to bear was far heavier than most people thought, and she had no way out.
Hewitt had saved her once, but the darkness did not fade away; instead, it lurked in the shadows, ready to rise again at any time.
