When Atlas said Penny was different when drunk, he was right. When Penny was drunk, she would forget about her current lifetime. To her, it was as if she were still living her first life. Her mind would construct a logical explanation for why she was no longer in prison, creating a temporary fantasy reality.
In other words, when Penny was drunk, she was in a state teetering between sanity and madness—a state from which she never truly recovered.
Which meant… something was about to go down.
Her fingertips brushed the floor as she squatted beside Atlas, her arms resting on her knees. Penny tilted her head to one side and then slowly to the other.
"Why in the hell is this guy in my room?" she wondered, raising a brow, clearly displeased to see her brother. "Didn't he say he didn't want to see me?"
