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.

had a cold and hardened demeanor, widened his

in glass cages suspended high above the

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

a

women were treated no

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

"T-Is this...

of human trafficking?" Sheryl asked,

many immoral deeds herself, this obscene scene was still a jolt to her, pushing the

trafficking." Justin's voice was calm, though his

if they were simply sold for their looks,"

blood running through their veins and their organs." Sheryl, who had spent considerable

felt her

She shuddered.

powerful individuals—draining the blood of young women with superior blood quality, conducting full transfusions with themselves,

desperate attempt to achieve immortality

realization hit her like a

crimes being committed here were grotesque and

Remy, too, frowned.

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