Part 2The Asylum Games

I wiped the window clean.

How could a figure from a dream leave traces in reality?

There were a lot of mischievous kids in Chloe's complex.

I leaned towards it being a prank.

When I got home, another package was at the door.

I opened it.

Purple lace stockings and lingerie.

It smelled of women's perfume.

In my past life, my first reaction would have been to scream at Liam.

Then cry to Chloe.

But now, I knew better than anyone who sent it.

The image of Chloe's bloodied face from my dream flashed in my mind.

My grip on the stockings tightened.

If Chloe wasn't Chloe, then the real Chloe was most likely at...

I thought I should go to Chloe's apartment again.

To avoid suspicion, I decided to make an apology cake.

When I appeared at Chloe's door with a fruit cake, her first reaction was to close the door.

I quickly jammed my foot in the gap, pleading:

"Chloe, that woman sent him lingerie again to provoke me! This time I really know I was wrong. He's scum! Total scum!"

Chloe sized me up with dissatisfaction.

I put on a pitiful expression.

"Please, Chloe. Without you, who's going to help me fight the scumbag?"

Only then did she sneer.

"Fine. I'll forgive you this once."

The door opened. I carefully observed her every move.

And any sign of a third person in the apartment.

"What's with you?"

She turned around, holding a cake knife.

"Looking around like a thief. What, you think I'm hiding a man?"

She was right.

But it was strange.

Apart from traces of her and me, there was no sign of anyone else.

In the dream, Chloe bled so much. If she was here, there would definitely be traces...

I watched Chloe cut the cake.

Could I have...

Really been mistaken?

"Did that son of a bitch make you stupid?"

Chloe forked a piece and chewed.

"Not gonna lie, the cream is good this time."

I stared at her mouth.

My heart stopped—

Chloe was allergic to mangoes.

I deliberately put mango in the cake to test her.

This person, eating mango without a care in the world.

Who is she?