"Water..."

Ryan managed to open his mouth with great difficulty. His eyes were swollen, and there was only a narrow line when he opened them. Evidently, he struggled to identify the person present, but his efforts were in vain.

He had lost his mobility and lay in wait for death, surviving solely on his will.

Persephone gazed helplessly at George.

George's face was devoid of expression. He walked to the cabinet, poured a glass of water, sat next to the bed, and lifted Ryan's head to feed him with care.

George's face showed no expression as he walked to the cabinet, poured a glass of water, sat next to the bed, and carefully lifted Ryan's head to feed him.

Having felt his grip on her wrist earlier, Persephone was well aware of his strength.

Despite this, he fed Ryan water with gentleness.

Standing there, Persephone felt overwhelmed. It seemed like she had entered another maze, unsure if George was a friend or foe to Ryan. It appeared she might be stuck in this maze forever.

wrapped her arms around her head and cried. She then turned

collided

that met hers were like stars

her in disbelief

Persephone froze.

fear, and great

"Morpheus."

poured from her

arms and hugged her tightly as if he had found

a tiny courtyard with a tall banyan tree in the middle and lush leaves filling the

of hot vanilla-flavored coffee, a taste she had fallen in love with since moving there. Holding the mug, she felt like she was in a refuge, incredibly safe

away. He was terribly wounded, and he lost a kidney. He couldn't run

"He lost

here. Your friend is healthy.

the mug

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