Yvonne's wrists bore deep gashes. Blood seeped from her wounds, pooling across the floor. A knife lay nearby. Its presence made it glaringly obvious that Yvonne had slit her wrists.

After what felt like an eternity, Yvonne slowly opened her eyes.

"Is this… hell?"

As her faint words trailed off, a voice answered her, "Do you want to go to hell that badly?"

Turning around, she saw Felix standing nearby, his face noticeably paler than usual.

"Felix? Did… Did you save me?"

Felix's expression darkened as he fixed his gaze on her. "What else could I have done? Do you think I would've let you die? Yvonne, what were you thinking? Why did you try to kill yourself?"

The room showed no signs of a struggle. While Yvonne would've been helpless facing a highly skilled fighter, things wouldn't be so messy if that were the case. The most likely explanation was that Yvonne truly intended to end her own life.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she turned away.

"Lady Nala ordered me to die. How coul