"Who are you?" Eliana couldn't fathom who, at a time like this when even her lawyer had abandoned her, would come to visit a criminal like her.

She had briefly suspected it might be Dylan, but it seemed highly unlikely since that man had wanted her dead. So why would he appear now?

Indeed, when the visitor room's door swung open, it revealed the face of a stranger—a man with an exotic mix of features.

"Ms. Randle, hello. I'm Mark, your appointed attorney," the curly-haired man with an eccentric appearance greeted her with a devilish smile, leaving Eliana utterly perplexed.

"An attorney? But I've already confessed. I only seek death;...