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Anna Jadwin seemed to have had a cruel dream filled with war, bloodshed, and ruthless massacres.
Wayne Bailey's face was a blurry shadow in her mind, becoming more and more mottled…
"Anna Jadwin, wake up, wake—up——"
"Anna! Anna Jadwin! I'm telling you to wake up!"
She suddenly awoke, her forehead covered in sweat, yet she heard the captivating melody of a piano.
With his back turned to her, a man sat in the room, his fingers dancing across the keys, playing a sinful tune.
It was Locke!
Anna Jadwin realized how incredibly weak her body was, unable to move as though fixed in place by a force.
She tried to clench her hand but couldn't move it; the melody reached for her like the hand of a devil—
Her mind was foggy, heavy with drowsiness, and her eyes began to close again.
Anna Jadwin fiercely bit down on her lower lip, leaving a painful mark.
Her teeth sunk into her lower lip, sending a wave of pain throughout her body, helping to disperse her senses.
