After a few minutes, footsteps sounded behind him. Before the man could turn around, the newcomer had already spoken.
"Norton Abyss, my friend is okay now. Your blood actually seems to work!" Fiona Schmidt said, holding a towel while drying her damp hair.
She had just finished taking a shower and came out not seeing Emma Benson. Unable to sleep, she decided to visit the master bedroom on the sixth floor to chat.
Out of habit, she liked taking the stairs, but hadn't expected to spot Norton Abyss at the stair landing. The man stood at the corner, facing away from her, motionless.
His tall, robust figure was upright, but something seemed... off!?
After speaking a sentence, Fiona realized something, paused wiping her hair, and walked slowly to his side, tilting her head to scrutinize him. She noticed the man's face was pale and cold, his expression strange, and her heart sank, instinctively taking a step back.
