Chapter 49 Death

• Evelyn's POV
• I was cold, a bone-chilling cold that seeped deep into my marrow, numbing every inch of my body. It felt like I was dying. To be honest, I was already dying. The frigid air sliced through the tattered remnants of my clothing, a cruel reminder of my vulnerability. I tried to wrap my arms around myself, my hands trembling as I attempted to shield my body from the biting wind. My fingers, stiff and blue, could barely manage to hold the rags together. It was a futile effort, and I knew it.
• The night was pitch black, the kind of darkness that swallowed everything whole, leaving nothing but an oppressive silence. I couldn't sleep; my mind was a turbulent sea of thoughts and memories. My mind kept drifting back to the rich and powerful-looking man who had appeared out of nowhere, like a phantom. His presence had been almost surreal in this desolate place. He had said he was going to save me. His words, like a lifeline, had lodged themselves in my mind.