Dead

Fear gripped Hans's face as he stared at the gun pointed directly at him.

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, his heart raced uncontrollably, and his trembling hands betrayed his intense unease.

The shadowy figure emerged further, revealing the person behind the weapon.

Hans's shock only deepened as he found himself looking directly into the eyes of Rose.

Her gaze was hardened, and she appeared like a fugitive on the run.

His lips quivered as he called out her name, barely able to believe what he was seeing. "Rose... you're alive?"

With the gun still trained on him, Rose responded with a cold, unwavering voice.

"Yes, Hans. I survived, thanks to Nicholas's foolishness. He thought a small dose of poison would slowly end my life."

Hans was trembling. "How... how did you manage to survive? After taking that poison, I thought..."

Rose gaze hardened as she interrupted him. "I returned to Mrs. Abigail, who concocted a cure for me. From that moment on, I started planning my revenge ag