*
Before dawn.
The heavy snow still hasn't stopped.
The world is a vast expanse of white.
The only ones left awake in the royal palace are the gatekeepers, whose eyes, though open, are becoming drowsy and unfocused, as if ready to drift into a dream at any moment.
The prince's chamber.
Inside, it's as warm as spring.
On the bed, Henry Cooper's eyes slowly opened as if he had just been pretending to sleep.
A bag of artificial blood he held tightly in his hand suddenly ruptured for no reason, splattering his face with traces of blood.
Yet, this seemed to be within his expectations.
He wasn't angry; he raised his hand slightly to wipe it away, a mischievous grin appearing on his face, "Vermes Marley, you really couldn't rest easy and sent someone to finish off Isabella Lindsey."
Little did Vermes Marley know, Henry Cooper had hidden a remote button on Isabella Lindsey. Once that button was tampered with, the blood bag in Henry's hand would burst.
