Love Unspoken

Quinn's eyelids fluttered open for a moment before they fell shut once again, her strength ebbing away. The world around her seemed to spin, her body feeling as if it were floating in an endless abyss.

The only coherent thought that managed to pierce through the haze of her mind was the bitter taste of the drink she had consumed.

Chandler, observing her condition, confirmed with a sense of satisfaction that she had indeed slipped into a coma.

A chuckle escaped his lips as he rose from his seat, striding towards a secluded corner of the room. From the depths of a potted plant, he retrieved a concealed camera. Returning to Quinn's side, he glanced at the stream of comments that were rapidly appearing beneath the live feed.

urging him on, their anticipation palpable even through the digital medium. "Don't rush, everyone," Chandler addressed his viewers, a sly grin playing on his lips.

of them managed to turn a profit from their wealth. Their participation in

Chandler's eye: [This woman looks familiar. Have I seen her

0694, chimed in: [I also find

added to the growing confusion: [How come you all have seen her?

would strip the experience