C155 A Plan to Defeat

The room offered no peace. She paced, her thoughts colliding like storm-tossed waves, until finally, she sank before her dressing table. The mirror stared back at her, unkind and unblinking. With trembling hands, she picked up her brush and began to drag it through her hair. At first, her movements were slow, deliberate, as if trying to soothe herself. But Corbin’s voice echoed in her mind