Consciousness gradually returned, and the eyes that clung to her were crawling with fine, dense red blood vessels.

Tiffany Lynch curled her lips, revealing two rows of ghastly white teeth, and panted heavily, "Hannah Winter, you didn’t expect this, did you? I crawled out of hell to find you."

She laughed intermittently, her smile on her face eerie and terrifying.

If there were bystanders, they would have been frightened to the point of running away, scrambling on all fours.

But Hannah’s expression remained unchanged, even with a thick interest in her eyes.

She was smiling and curious, "Who sent you to find me?"

Tiffany Lynch gaped, her mouth opening instinctively to answer, but suddenly recalling something, she began to shake her head frantically, "It was me, it was me who came to find you, I came to kill you, I came to kill you, Hannah Winter!"

She shouted the last three words angrily.

"Why, why do I have to be confined like a lunatic in such a place, while you, Hannah Winter, can live so freely and happily outside, why does everyone have to like you!"

As she spoke, she nodded and shook her head as if she were immersed in her own world, her whole being in a state of madness.

Only when she looked up at Hannah did her eyes show a hatred that was etched into her bones, "Clearly I am better than you, prettier than you, it was you, you took everything from me."

"Was it I who took everything from you?" Hannah slightly curved her lips, like a witch in a red cloak, carrying a pumpkin lantern as she emerged from the Black Forest.

Every sentence she spoke seemed to lure one into hell, "Why don’t you tell me, who are you?"

"I am Tiffany Lynch!" Tiffany Lynch answered firmly, then shook her head after a moment, "No, wrong, I am Hannah Winter, I am Hannah Winter!"

Hannah softened her voice, "Are you sure?"

Tiffany Lynch nodded vehemently, "Yes, I am Hannah Winter. You, you are Tiffany Lynch, you wretch, it was you who snatched everything from me, it was you who snatched everything from me!"

She went mad again.

Or perhaps, she had never been sane from the beginning.

Forever flipping back and forth between the identities of Hannah Winter and Tiffany Lynch.

On the shore, the cold wind howled, breaking many branches and sweeping up the sand and dust from the ground.

Tiffany Lynch, holding a gun, forced Hannah to walk toward the cliff.

Out at sea, a storm had already arrived; the deep blue waters and dark clouds merged together in a relentless assault toward the shore, giving an overwhelming sense of impending loss of control.

"You should have died a long time ago."

Tiffany Lynch murmured this phrase, pausing for a few seconds in the middle, then curling into a distorted smile again.

The smile on her face was twisted and sinister, as cold as the ghastly and ugly demons from hell.

"Do you really wish me dead?"

Hannah had now reached the edge of the cliff.

Several meters high, below was the churning, murky sea water, potentially hiding countless reefs.

In such weather, once swept into the sea, there was no possibility of survival.

Tiffany Lynch, her body trembling, pointed to the waves behind Hannah, "Jump down."

Hannah did not move, reiterating the previous question, "Do you really wish me dead?"

She asked as if purely out of curiosity.

But facing those distinctly black and white eyes, Tiffany Lynch’s heart contracted violently, as if even her soul was trembling with fear, "I told you to jump down!"

"Do you truly wish me dead?"

The same question for the third time.

Tiffany Lynch had completely broken down.