"Wake up, Princess Irene."
Irene opened her eyes at once. Starved and neglected for days, her throat was dry, and her body felt dangerously weak, yet this was the first time she found the strength to move.
Franz had not come. Vanitas had not come either. For reasons she could only guess at, they had both abandoned her completely, never once visiting her cell in the past few days.
"Anas… tasia?"
Standing just beyond the bars was Anastasia Gambino. The daughter of Vincenzo Gambino. The sole heir of the Gambino Crime Family.
These days, the Gambino name had become almost synonymous with Vanitas Astrea. Irene did not allow herself to hope. If Anastasia were here, then she would most likely be sent by Vanitas himself to finally put an end to her.
Bang——!
But contrary to her expectations, sparks and smoke exploded across her peripheral vision. The sound echoed through the corridor before the dust settled, and only then did Irene realize that the cell door had been blown open.
