Back at Stella’s hospital in Arcadia, two months have pa*sed since Griffon fell into a coma.

The man on the hospital bed had an elegant, pale face that looked like it was shrouded by mist. With his eyes closed, one could only see his long, thick eyelashes.

He was lying quietly on the white bed. Without any movement or sound, it was as if he had already left the world, leaving behind only a shell.

Preston took the cotton swab from Andre, dipped it in warm water, and moistened the thin, dry ...