Chapter 388

That night, Roxanne slipped into a deep sleep. In her dream, she found herself bound to a table, and all around her was endless darkness. Suddenly a harsh spotlight flicked on, its blinding beam stabbing into her eyes. Roxanne forced her eyes open and saw a figure slowly approaching. Wrapped in boundless shadows, all she could make out was a tall, slender silhouette. With her eyes half-closed, she couldn't make out the person's face. But deep down, she already knew the answer. The name hovered on the tip of her tongue, aching to be spoken, yet she just couldn't get it out. All she could do was watch as this strange, dangerous figure drew closer and closer. Pale-faced, she screamed frantically, "Who are you? Who exactly are you?" The figure let out a soft, disdainful scoff. Then, under the sudden glare of the light, they raised a knife. The sharp blade gleamed coldly, reflecting a chilling light. "What do you want?" Roxanne asked in a voice trembling with fear. Instead of answer