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.. Warmth …
I felt warm all over. My body was held on a warm surface, as if I were floating, until gently dropped on a soft cloud, and the comforting scent slowly dissipated.
The scent weakened my body to the touch, but the sudden emptiness and silence jolted me awake in panic.
I expected to wake up in the darkness of the cold cell that had been my prison for hours, but instead, I found myself in
a dimly lit room with soft white sheets.
It was the same room where I had been placed when I first arrived at the mansion, and my body ached from the hard surface I had been lying on.
I stretched off the bed, tiptoed out, and walked to the mirror, only to be confronted with a disheveled version of myself.
I looked like a mess; my white clothes were soiled, and dark stains marred my
