In one room in the de Lara mansion, amidst the night that crept up gradually, two women lay leisurely.
One was on the couch while the other one was on the bed. The one on the bed swirled wine in the glass that was held in her hand, while the other one polished her toenails with red color.
"You already know that you don't have much time left, don't you?" The person on the bed asked the other one on the couch.
"Time is ticking by. Is it hard for you to understand that? How many times do I need to remind you about that?" The same person asked again when receiving a silent answer from the other one, who seemed to be immersed in painting her nails, as if finding it more entertaining than focusing on other things.
"I told you to seize any opportunity opened to you. But what result have you gotten up to now? Nothing!" said the same person in a hard tone yet below normal volume, as if she remembered to be cautious as walls had ears and mouths.
"Don't test my patience!"
Clank!
