Some people never change, no matter how much they alter their appearance or get a second chance at life.

They still cling to the habit of sucking up to others.

To Remy, Sheryl was no different than that vile woman, Alyssa.

"Remy is right.

Aces are the noblest of all VIPs." Justin narrowed his eyes.

''I may not be an Ace, but I am quite familiar with someone who holds the Ace of Spades." As they spoke, the attendant led them toward a massive door.

The door opened with a loud mechanical whirr, releasing a cloud of smoke and a heady, sensual atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the serenity outside.

It felt as though they were entering a completely different world.

The room they stepped into was expansive, with rows of seats rising in tiers from the second floor upward, all facing a stage at the center.

People were seated in the stands, their faces hidden in the dim lighting, making them appear as unsettling, lifeless marionettes from a distance.

But it was what was happening on the stage that nearly caused Sheryl to scream in shock.

a cold and hardened

women were confined in glass cages suspended high

and their movements were pitiful—some crawled, some shivered, while others curled

a horrifying display—inhumane,

treated

the harsh reality of people being dehumanized, victims of the rich's

"T-Is this...

of human trafficking?" Sheryl

obscene scene was still a jolt to her, pushing the boundaries of her already skewed

it's not human trafficking." Justin's voice was calm, though his eyes

if they were simply

their veins and their organs." Sheryl, who had spent considerable time at

that instant, she felt

She shuddered.

the blood of young women with superior blood quality, conducting full transfusions with themselves, or extracting specific contents from

a desperate attempt to achieve

realization hit her like a physical

here were grotesque and

Remy, too, frowned.

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