"It's a pleasure to meet you, Eusoff," she began, her voice wavering slightly as she forced herself to maintain composure. The cold, oppressive atmosphere of the prison weighed on her, making her heart beat faster. "I know this is not a proper place to have a conversation, but I just want to know—"
She hesitated, the question she had been wanting to ask trembling on her lips. "Do you know of a woman named Flora?"
Fiore's breath caught in her throat as she watched Eusoff’s reaction. His hardened expression, which had been so cold and unreadable just moments ago, softened in an instant, revealing a vulnerability she hadn’t expected. The way his eyes widened, the subtle twitch of his lips—these small, almost imperceptible changes hinted at a deep, hidden connection to the name she had just
