Upon arriving at the 28th floor, I was greeted by an eerie emptiness. I stepped out into the lavish penthouse corridor. The extravagance of the place only fueled my anger.

I made my way down the ornate hallway, the echo of my footsteps on the polished marble floor reverberating in my ears.

I saw a woman standing in front of the Grand Fountain in the middle. I was so sure it was her because there were no other people here except for the two of us. I immediately approached her. Giselle, her black gown and mask concealing her identity.

She had been waiting for me, standing beside the elegant water...