Hundred and Thirty-One

Blaze's eyes shot open, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. His heart pounded so violently that he feared it might burst from his chest at any moment. His mind swirled in agitation as he struggled to comprehend the situation.

Gradually, his eyes adapted to the dimly lit room, revealing Alessia and Janice standing a few feet away. Yet, upon closer inspection, he sensed an unsettling alteration about them. Something was off, but he struggled to identify precisely what.

Janice's gaze sparkled with an intensity Blaze had never witnessed. Her features contorted into a fierce scowl as if regarding him with disdain, as if he were an enemy.

Alessia, however, exuded an air of negativity and mistrust that prompted Blaze to retreat instinctively. It was as if she radiated hatred and anger directed squarely at him.

Desperation compelled Blaze to approach the two women. However, before he could advance, Alessia's voice erupted—sharp and biting. "Don't you dare come any closer," she spat, her e