As Gauge pushed open the door of the bar, a strong smell of alcohol hit his nose.
He quickly searched for Annabelle's figure, but he did not see her...
There came rapid panting from the corridor, and Gauge grew even more nervous as he walked quickly over.
The next scene made Gauge stop in his tracks, feeling a sudden shock.
The small wine rack on one side of the corridor toppled over, and the floor was covered with broken glass and spilled wine.
Annabelle was pressed tightly against the opposite wall, her bathrobe torn and revealing her collarbone. Her hair was disheveled, and she held half a bottle of red wine in her hand, staring directly at the man in front of her.
And across from her, the man was sitting on the ground, holding his head in pain and groaning, blood flowing down his
