The white cloak billowed out before finally settling over Daphne.
Leader J walked over slowly and asked softly, "Daphne, are you all right?"
"Leader..." The girl could still feel a trace of warmth on the cloak. She instinctively wrapped it tighter around herself, seeming to calm down as she gently nodded.
"You really came too late."
Senior Yulia's voice rang out again, but by then she was already on the large bed—right beside the injured young man.
Leader J and Daphne looked over at the same time. Senior Yulia merely shrugged, a small bottle still in her hand. "This guy's stopped breathing. Maybe he took too much of this stuff?"
At that, Leader J's gaze shifted to Daphne.
The girl faced their gazes and slowly opened her mouth, her eyes filled with disbelief and fear. She trembled as she said, "He's dead? I... I killed someone... He's really dead?"
"I killed someone. I killed someone..."
The girl remained curled up on the floor, seemingly unable to accept reality. Leader J and Yulia exchanged a glance, and he took the bottle Senior Yulia handed him before saying thoughtfully, "This should be Purple Dream."
"Old... Leader, you know what this is?" Senior Yulia immediately moved closer.
Leader J thought for a moment before saying, "It's a banned substance that stimulates the nerves. It's mostly circulated among nobles. Nobles possess absolute privileges and have never lacked material things. Instead, some of them have begun to suffer from spiritual deprivation, so they started seeking out more unusual forms of stimulation."
"Well, he brought this on himself." Senior Yulia waved her hand and comforted her, "This isn't your fault. You were only defending yourself... Daphne?"
"Purple Dream is highly harmful, and taking too much can indeed cause death." Leader J suddenly added, "But this