Luther's Mansion, the backyard.
Sinclair stood in the shadows, his deep gaze was fixated intently on a sight not too far away.
A lady, wearing a wine-red dress, was standing in a garden full of white roses, watering them.
Her white skin blended seamlessly with the petals of the roses.
A faint smile adorned her delicate and beautiful face.
The sun rays that refracted onto her body made her appear more vivid and lively.
Everything seemed so peaceful and beautiful.
Quite the opposite of the darkness that he was in.
Sinclair's face showed no emotion while a dark aura emanated from his body, almost as if he had become one with the shadows beneath him.
Just then... It was like Camilla suddenly sensed something.
She looked up and gazed towards the area where Sinclair was standing.
"Sweetheart."
She immediately put down whatever she was holding and walked quickly towards Sinclair; her fair and lovely face was full of brilliant smiles.
"Where have you been?
