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Hearing the noise at the door, the woman hanging on the wall lifted her head, revealing a beautiful face.
Cassandra.
She looked extremely weak, and although there were no visible wounds on her body, she seemed to be enduring great pain.
Even so, the frail and haggard Cassandra still exuded an astonishing beauty.
Dickinson licked his somewhat dry lips, feeling an itch in his throat and a restlessness emerging from within his body.
"A beautiful human woman."
"Do you like her?"
A mocking chuckle came from the mouth of the monster.
"Heh heh."
Dickinson didn't answer, but his laughter betrayed his emotions.
"Put away your filthy thoughts."
"A mere appealing shell, trust me, you wouldn't want to know what lies beneath her flesh."
At this moment, Cassandra seemed to have adjusted to the light in front of her and could see the scene before her more clearly.
"Abraham, you didn't die but hid in the catacombs underground."
