"Old man, you have no right to negotiate with me!"
"Tyrant!"
...
In the northwest corner of Death Island, beneath the lush camphor tree, lies a small grave mound.
The grave mound is overgrown with weeds, and if you don't look carefully, you might think it's just a small dirt pile.
The tall camphor tree emits a fragrant aroma, gently swaying with the sea breeze.
Although the rain had stopped, the sky remained gloomy, and the air was heavy with the scent of blood.
"Laura, I've come to see you."
When he came, he placed a large bunch of unnamed wildflowers in front of Laura's grave.
In fact, Laura's favorite flowers were tulips.
"Your grandfather knows you're dead, he's very sad..."
"..."
"I also told him where you hid your wine. I drank that bottle too, it tasted great."
"..."
"Laura, I'm soon to be a father again... If you were still alive, you would get married too, and have your own children..." Adrian hesitated, suddenly unable to continue.
