Nestled on her bed, Clarissa held a steaming cup of tea, its warmth seeping into her hands.
As wisps of steam danced in the air, they formed a delicate barrier, veiling her face from the outside world.
Despite trying, she couldn't shake off the lingering thoughts of the meeting she had with her family a few days prior, where they had discussed the troubling news of Red Saint's reappearance.
The reappearance of the sadistic psycho, had plunged her into a state of deep concern, leaving a disturbing impression in the recesses of her mind.
It was only natural for her to feel worried given the circumstances.
Lost in her ruminations, her train of thought was abruptly shattered by the sound of approaching footsteps.
From within the walk-in closet, where their clothing was stored and
