Chapter 4

The words "Mercy Retreat" struck the four of them like invisible hands gripping at their throats.

They wondered if it was a coincidence. They exchanged glances, each seeing shock and disbelief reflected in the other's eyes.

As if driven by some uncontrollable force, they charged toward the coffeehouse.

The coffeehouse sat halfway up the hillside, secluded and elegant. Its refined charm stood in stark contrast to the wild, overgrown graveyard that stretched below.

At the entrance, two maids stood like statues, their faces icy and expressionless, firmly barring the way.

"We are not accepting guests today. Please turn back," one…