In the basement of Clinton family 's villa.

Amelia Wytte licked her dry lips and felt her throat dry and her limbs weak.

She opened her eyes and looked around. The room was still dark. A sense of despair came over her.

Was she really going to die here

"Creak!" In a trance, she seemed to hear the sound of door opening.

Looking at the direction of the voice, she saw that the door was opened. The sudden light made her unable to open her eyes, and it took her a long time to adapt to it.

When she opened her eyes again, a pair of black handmade shoes appeared...