The next morning, Yvonne opened her eyes and found herself surrounded by an unfamiliar environment.
It was an enormous room. The furnishings were simple, yet they carried a subtle classical charm. The bed and blanket were unbelievably soft, with a faint warmth that reminded her of sunlight.
Where was she?
Her mind was still slightly foggy. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, only to notice the bandage wrapped around her palm.
The memories from last night slowly returned. The restaurant, the restroom, everything.
She remembered gripping the knife tightly and fighting to protect herself. After that, her consciousness had gradually faded, and she vaguely remembered someone rushing in.
Her body didn't feel unusual at all. It seemed like nothing had happened to her last night.
Then who had s
