Hundred and Sixty-seven

Arabella had passed the third room, still uncertain about the ghost's intentions. Despite her confusion, she couldn't halt her steps.

Each successive room she passed seemed even more sorrowful than the last.

"Where are you taking me?" Arabella queried as they entered the fourth room.

"This is where you were executed. You let him fucked you, and he still killed you," the woman disclosed, causing Arabella to frown.

"I don't understand. I genuinely think you've got the wrong person," Arabella insisted.

"No, it's you," said the woman, gripping Arabella's hand. Before she could pull away, Arabella's eyes widened, witnessing flashes of Allesandro the first, a woman resembling her, lying in a pool of blood, staining Allesandro the first face.

"Did you see that?" the woman inquired, releasing Arabella's hand.

"I still don't understand what's going on," Arabella murmured, caressing her hand.

"You will soon," the woman assured.

As they continued walking, the ghost began recounting their history