Alice was sleeping, embraced by a man. The two of them hadn't left the room in three days. Outside, a light rain was falling, and the wind carried droplets against the glass windowpane, splattering them into misty clouds. The man rolled onto his side, resting a leg on Alice's stomach. Just as they were about to get intimate, a knock sounded at the door.
"Who is it?" the man called out.
After a long moment with no response from outside, Alice said, "Maybe they have the wrong door."
They decided to ignore it, but the knocking started again. The man, now a little angry, climbed out of bed to open the door. Standing outside was a short man. "Who are you looking for?" he asked.
"Is the woman with you named Alice?" the visitor inquired.
"Who are you? What do you want with her?"
Alice, hearing their conversation, thought the visitor's voice sounded familiar. She got out of bed, barefoot, and walked over. When she saw who it was, she cried out in surprise, "De Silva, is that you? How did you find me here?"
It was indeed De Silva standing at the door. When he had been hoisted up for the hanging, he had been unable to breathe, which activated his invisibility cloak, and he vanished before everyone's eyes. The people around only saw a black hood hanging in mid-air. The executioners immediately cut the rope, and De Silva dropped down beneath the withdrawn plank. The crowd went to check, but still found no one. They began to search the surrounding area. It wasn't a large place, and after circling around, they could only stare at each other, finding the event incredible. "Could it be that this man can turn invisible?" one person said.
Another replied disdainfully, "Do you think this is a movie? Nonsense."
"Then you tell me what happened."
"If I knew, I wouldn't be standing here."
De Silva had woken up when he fell. To avoid revealing himself, he held his breath with all his might, breaking his own record at over three minutes. Fortunately, since the crowd saw no one under the plank, they paid no more attention to the area, giving him time to catch his breath. Twenty minutes later, the disappointed executioners left. De Silva immediately followed them out. After his narrow escape from death, he returned to the city-state. When Alena returned and saw he was alive, she embraced him and wept uncontrollably. De Silva rested in the city-state for half a month before setting out to find Alice and Vega. After many inquiries, he had finally found his way here today.
"Alice, you've made me search so hard for you. Come with me, quickly!"
"Why are you looking for me?"
"Have you forgotten who you are? You can't just be running around out here."
Alice laughed. "What? You want to control me too?"
The man, listening on the side, was completely confused. He asked, "What on earth are you two talking about?"
Afraid of saying the wrong thing, Alice pulled De Silva outside, stopping the man from following. She was wearing a silky nightgown, her long hair pinned up, her feet bare on the ground. Her high, full breasts were prominent. De Silva hadn't noticed before, but now, seeing her clearly, he was stunned. The women of the Watson family truly are beautiful, he praised silently.
Alice noticed his gaze and, with an angry expression, said sternly, "What are you looking at?"
Extremely embarrassed, De Silva cleared his throat with a couple of coughs. "My apologies. Where were we?"
"I'm not going with you, so you can just give up."
Hearing this, De Silva became furious. "Do you have any idea what I've been through? Because of you people, I was nearly hanged!"
"You're still alive and well now, aren't you? Nothing so bad happened."
"I'm not risking it again. You have to come with me." With that, he waved a hand behind him. In an instant, Alice's feet lifted off the ground, and she was then held horizontally in the air.
"De Silva, you still have invisible men with you? I underestimated you."
The man waited and waited inside the room, but when she didn't return, he ran out to look. There was no one there.
De Silva intended to send Alice back to the Eagle's Nest and have two invisible men guard her. When he arrived, only Hill and Ares were there. They were quite happy to see him alive. This was Alice's first time here; previously, she had always lived beneath Lake Turkana.
Noticing someone was missing, Ares asked, "Where's Vega? I don't see her."
"She and I went our separate ways over six months ago. I don't know where she is now," Alice replied.
When De Silva learned that Daechir had been rescued, he was thrilled and couldn't help but ask, "How did you manage it?"
Ares had been bored out of his mind lately, forbidden from going out. Now that someone was asking, he couldn't help but talk endlessly, taking all the credit for himself.
Hill, hearing this, interjected, "You stayed in the cafe the whole time. What did you actually do?"
"Shut up! It was me who took care of those three thugs, and you say I did nothing."
While the two were bickering, De Silva noticed that Number Two and Number Three were gone and asked where they were.
"They were executed by the wretched Daechir," Ares said, grinding his teeth.

On the outskirts of the small town of Bulano in South Africa, Uwa stood before a solitary grave, her face streaked with tears. This was Amandine's burial place, and also where he had once lived. Ever since Corey had told her the address, she had come to visit once a year.
"Brother, it's been twenty years. I've done everything I could. Today is the last time I will come to see you. I am leaving for Thailand, to the place where we used to live..."
Before she could finish her sentence, a bang rang out! Her legs went weak, and she collapsed to her knees on the ground. The next moment, a voice sounded, "You're right, this is the last time. Because today, you will die here."
Uwa saw her attacker and cried out, "It's you?"
"Yes, it's me. We met once. I begged you not to kill my husband, but you killed him anyway."
Uwa recognized the person before her but couldn't recall her name. "You want revenge for your husband?"
Just then, a girl of about sixteen or seventeen stepped out. "Mother, don't waste time talking to her. Just kill her."
The newcomers were Basali, the woman De Silva had once pursued, and her daughter. The two of them had been waiting here for over two months, and they had finally found their enemy. Basali hesitated. She had once called the woman before her "sister." Now, they were bitter enemies. The twists of fate were truly lamentable.
Seeing her hesitate, Uwa tried to stand up, but the little girl gave her no chance. Bang! Another shot hit her other leg.
"Reisla, who told you to fire?" Basali demanded angrily.
"Mother, do you want to avenge Father or not?"
"I still have questions for her."
"What's there to ask? You're just trying to stall," the girl said, dissatisfied.
With both legs shot, Uwa was completely prone on the ground. But she didn't beg for mercy. Having killed many people in her past, she had long since become indifferent to life and death. To her, dying here was an acceptable outcome. She said slowly, "I, too, have avenged the man I loved. Even if you kill me, I have no complaints. I only ask that you bury me here after I die."
"Alright! I'll grant your wish." After speaking, the girl stepped forward and fired three consecutive shots—bang, bang, bang. Two hit her in the back, and the final one was to her head.