Rose Madeline (Revised)

Saint Eagle's Nest City, Lovecraft District. The residents here were generally wealthy tycoons, prominent lawyers, legislators, and others from high society. Most of their homes were exquisite and luxurious, set in superb surroundings that were not only clean and peaceful, but also had fresher air.

It was late at night. Inside one of the detached mansions, somewhat smaller than the exaggeratedly luxurious villas around it, a dignified-looking woman sat writing at a desk by the window in a study.

She wore no jewelry, only a blue pleated dress. Her blonde hair was pinned up, and she wore delicate women's glasses. She looked about thirty-four or thirty-five, carrying the air of strength and wisdom that could only be forged through suffering and tempered by time.

Yet at this moment, she seemed to be in a state of terror, as though she had uncovered something unimaginably horrifying.

The soft scratching of a pen echoed through the room.

Deep in her heart, the woman still clung to a sliver of hope:

"I have other methods, other channels to call for help. But Tang always gives me the feeling that he is trustworthy, someone I can rely on. Although I have never met him, perhaps this is a mistake. I should confirm more things before notifying him, but I have no time. Knowledge Seeker is failing..."

"Knock, knock~"

"Rip!"

The abrupt knocking in the quiet night made the already tense woman tremble. Almost instinctively, she put down the Quill Pen and sent the message she had only just begun to write through the Curio to an unknown recipient.

A pale, ghostly glow, like an eraser, wiped away the words she had written on the white paper.

She watched it happen with her own eyes and immediately noticed something horrifying.

A tiny blot of ink