Chapter Thirty Three: Dark

Her lips parted at the sight that laid before her. A dungeon? What on earth?

The place was surprisingly very large that her lamp was not enough to light up the ceiling or the far end of whatever this place was.

And then, she suddenly stiffened. She had the prickling feeling that something or someone else was down here together with her. There was a living, breathing presence in this place. Something, no, someone was here.

Roselle was frozen still. She could sense something dark. A shadowy coiled energy pulsating with quiet and deadly power was making her shiver violently.

She knew she should run before it was too late. But why did she suddenly pictured Romeo's face in her mind? This quiet and dark power… why did it feel so familiar? That's right, she once felt something close to this same sensation towards Romeo before. What she was feeling right now was far more intense, but it still strongly reminded her of Romeo. Why was that so? This was getting so strange.

Suddenly, Roselle remem