AUGUST WAS in a daze when he woke up from his not-so-peaceful slumber. He didn’t wake up naturally, but he woke up when someone poured him cold water placed in a bucket, causing August to jolt in shock… Only to realize that he was tied to the chair.

Same situation. Same abandoned room.

Shivers sent down his spine because of the uncanny coincidence both of the situations had.

‘Fucking shit. This is déjà vu,’ said August at the back of his mind when he realized that this is where everything started—When Charles had his people take him so he could have a one-on-one talk with August about being a pretend heir.

However, the only difference between the event before and now, is that the person in front of him looked like he was eager to kill him in an instant, but he was just taking his time to do it.

“R-Raquel…” August mumbled, slightly stammering, as his gaze fixated on Raquel.

“How’s your sleep, August?” Raquel threw the silver bucket on the floor in force while wearing his most sardonic