The morning sunlight barely reached the Voss foyer through the heavy curtains that were in Isabella's room, with the level of intimacy that had just transpired between them, everything was quiet, almost too quiet; Niko's hands were still shaking slightly from the night before, things just happened so fast and everything felt like a dream, it all felt so weird and even though he tried to ignore it, he still couldnt shake off the feeling.
Isabella sat on the bed, wrapped in a towel, her hair was damp, Niko knew that something felt off with her, she was bolder, flirtier and freer but asides that, he didn't notice anything else that was strange; He didn't realize that the woman he was looking at wasn't really Isabella, Vermilian had now taken full control completely and Isabella was trapped in her own head, watching everything from the void.
