The night had fallen, and everything was in a deep slumber. Inside S.T. Hospital, the silence was so profound it felt like death itself had settled in.
Waldo sat at the edge of the bed, watching Regina, who lay unconscious. His chiseled, cold face was shadowed with a dark, brooding expression. "If you want to leave me, you'll need my permission first. Regina, as long as I don't want it, no one can escape my grasp..."
His voice was icy, reverberating through the room with a menacing echo. Even in her unconscious state, Regina furrowed her brows.
Regina felt as though she was lost in a long, drawn-out dream. In it, she returned to her childhood—a beautiful island where she had a happy, carefree life. Though not wealthy, she was content...
But that bliss was shattered when a demon appeared. She was locked in a dark, windowless room with walls on all sides. Desperate, she beat against the walls, trying to escape, but there was no door, no window. Terrified, she curled up in a corner.
