Outside the window, the autumn sun shines brightly, and the golden glow falls on the floor of the bedroom, reflecting Marisa Miller's silhouette. "Mr. Johnson, I'm talking to you, do you hear me? After a brief moment of concentration, Paul Johnson was roused by Marisa Miller's angry questioning voice, and responded with his usual respect: "Yes, you continue. Marisa Darcystood at the border of light and shadow, her face dark and uncertain, her tone sinister to the extreme: "Kill them." "Kill who?" "Emma Rosy! Alex Brown! All those who have harmed me, all those who have wronged me, let them die! At the mention of Emma Rosy's name, as if...