The Heavenly Demon of Terror

I shut the door behind me, the echo of my argument with Abigail still lingering in the air.

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows against the walls.

I tossed my bloodstained coat onto the chair, rolling my aching shoulders before sitting on the edge of the bed.

The weight of Victor's reappearance pressed against my thoughts like a heavy fog.

I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair.

"System."

The familiar blue screen flickered into existence in front of me.

[Awaiting Command.]

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees.

"How the hell is Victor Cain here?"

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A brief pause. Then, the System responded.