On a moonless night, a figure appeared in Amelia's mansion.
The man moved through the shadows like a phantom, deftly avoiding all surveillance and guards without making a sound.
In the bedroom, Amelia was fast asleep.
Having lived in the spotlight for so long, she suffered from neurasthenia. She had to take sleeping pills before bed to sleep through the night.
Goodall stood by Amelia's bedside, silently gazing at the beautiful woman in her deep sleep, emotions churning within him.
He couldn't help but sigh, thinking about how women deeply attached to love often met tragic fates, rarely achieving happy endings. It made him somewhat melancholic.
He recalled the past. Had his ancestors not been deceived and harmed by the werewolves, leading to misplaced affections, his once glorious and
