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In the grand castle, a thirty-foot-tall Christmas tree sparkled in the center of the grand hall, its branches adorned with real silver
and gold presents, courtesy of Raiden’s extravagant tastes. Eager hands clawed their way to the top, eyes fixed on the ten-carat
diamond that crowned the tree. Fistfights broke out among the climbers, and bodies tumbled down with thuds, some spitting
blood upon impact. Yet no one seemed to care; they simply stepped over the fallen, their eyes filled with nothing but greed and
lust. As Estelle and Sylvia strolled by, they witnessed this chaos with a detached curiosity. Sylvia’s lips curled into a wry smile. “It
seems those who come here have lost their souls,” she mused. Estelle nodded in agreement. “Don’t you think Raiden is
purposely inflating their desires?” Sylvia raised an eyebrow. “Indeed. What exactly is he planning?” “I just find him very strange,”
Estelle said with a shake of her head. That evening, Raiden was hosting a dinner party which Alvis and Lambert attended. After
sharing a quiet dinner, Estelle and Sylvia headed to the ‘Party at Midnight’ event at the local bar. The bar was more raucous than
usual; it felt less like Christmas Eve and more akin to Halloween. Patrons donned bizarre costumes and masks, kissing
strangers without regard to gender—it was as if all the goblins and ghosts had
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decided to come out and play. Sylvia chose a sultry Catwoman mask, while Estelle wore the same one she had last time. The
two women found a quiet corner in the bar and ordered a pair of drinks. Shortly after, Evelyn arrived with their beverages,
wearing a Santa hat, her expression a mix of dismay and exhaustion. “These people are insane!” she exclaimed. Estelle
introduced Evelyn to Sylvia. Evelyn’s eyes widened in admiration. “You’re stunning!” she said to Sylvia, who lifted her glass with
a flirtatious smile and a simple “Thank you.” Estelle inquired about Evelyn’s boyfriend. With a shake of her head, Evelyn replied,
“I saw him yesterday. He looked awful, and he wouldn’t tell me anything, no matter what I asked.” Estelle’s expression darkened,
but she said nothing more on the matter. After a short chat, Estelle excused herself. “You two enjoy your talk. I have to step out
for a bit.” Sylvia eyed her with concern. “Be careful!” “I will,” Estelle assured her with a nod before departing. Outside the bar, she
changed into a maid outfit and, pushing a service cart, took the elevator to the fifth floor. She stopped at room 503 and knocked.
“Room service, your late-night snack,” she called. It took a while for the door to open. A man stood there, looking dazed. “I didn’t
order anything,” he said in a hoarse voice. Estelle pulled down her mask. “It’s me, Estelle.” Recognition dawned on the man’s
face, and a bit of clarity returned to his eyes. Sensing something was off, Estelle pushed past him into the room. She found
syringes on the bed and turned to face Lynn, her voice heavy with realization. “Is this how Raiden controls you?” (Image) “So,
that’s why you’ve been avoiding Evelyn. You don’t want to leave with her,” Estelle concluded. (Image) “Can’t you quit?” Estelle
asked, though she herself doubted it was possible. She knew all too well the addictive power of the substance. Lynn’s eyes were
filled with despair as he shook his head. “No. It’s hard enough to kick the usual stuff, but Raiden’s refined version does less harm
to the body while increasing its hold on the mind. Once it’s in your system, it’s for life. You can’t quit, you can’t leave Zion.” Read
at Drамąnovels.coм Their bodies and minds were imprisoned. (Image) This had become their eternal refuge. “Are you helping
Raiden refine this stuff?” Estelle asked, her voice a whisper of velvet and steel.