Chapter 4

The slum was dark and damp. Liam had never thought that I, who'd always lived a life of luxury, could end up in a place like this.

He finally tracked down that tiny apartment she was renting. The door was locked. He banged on the door for ages, but nobody answered.

Eventually, he brought in a locksmith and had the door forced open. There was no one inside.

The room was filled with canvases, and the lingering smell of paint hung in the air.

Liam stumbled in, his steps uncertain and uneasy. The walls, the floor, and even the bed…