Victoria’s point of view
As my uncontrollable assault continues, the room becomes a swirling vortex of crimson, the metallic tang of blood permeating the air. Each thrust of the blade is met with a sickening squelch, a grim symphony of violence echoing in my ears. Lost in the haze of my rage, I feel trapped in an endless cycle of violence, unable to break free from the relentless tide of my own fury. Suddenly, a pair of arms envelop me from behind, jolting me back to reality. Instinctively, I whirl around, the shard of glass poised to strike, only to find myself face to face with Ace. In that moment, the dam breaks,I uncontrollably start crying. I collapse into his embrace, the weight of my anguish crashing down upon me. His words, though shaky, cut through the fog of my despair, offeri
