Wren exited the room and descended the stairs to the lowest floor. After a lengthy walk, she arrived at the long, dim corridor, proceeding directly to the final room and opening the door.
Before her stood the silhouette of a woman. Her bare back displayed signs of malnutrition, yet even this gaunt state couldn't conceal her inherent beauty. Every curve and contour of her body exuded sensuality, as ethereal as their first encounter.
Wren moved closer, gazing at Hazel's serene sleeping face and smiling. Hazel appeared as calm as ever, her sleeping vulnerability a stark contrast to the person she had been the day before.
Witnessing this scene, Wren made a silent vow to herself.
"She has to be mine as soon as possible."
Not wanting to disturb her, Wren retreated and closed the door. Irene waited outside and approached Wren immediately upon her exit.
