Inside a luxurious mansion, Katrina sat on the Jacuzzi staring into the thin air. Her face was void of peace. Her gaze was intense.

The thought of Danny and his brutal torture crept into her head. She snarled, staring into the air. Her eyes were filled with bitterness and unhealthy rage.

She clenched tightly onto her glass of whiskey, and the glass shattered into pieces in no time, leaving a cut on her palms, and blood began to drip. Immediately, the bathroom door opened, revealing Monroe in his shorts and singlet.

Seeing her situation, he sighed deeply and bent before her. “Katrina," he called in a very calm and respectful...