In a world filled with pain, fear, and prejudice, Eleanor faces accusations and judgment from her former lover Gabriel and his lover Alice. As tensions rise, Eleanor seizes a sword and confronts them, defying their expectations. Gabriel pleads for her to stop, expressing concern, but she remains determined to free herself from oppression. She died, and upon awakening, found herself transported back to the age of fifteen. Determined to alter her destiny, she embarked on a journey of transformation, only to discover that everything she had experienced was built upon deceit, allusion. " so what I live is not real "
"You all are going to regret this when everything starts over. I will make everyone here suffer!" Alice yelled, her voice a mix of rage and desperation.
Toby stepped closer, his expression resolute. He grabbed some cloth from a nearby table and quickly tied Alice's mouth, muttering, "She's talking too much." He glanced at the others, his heart racing. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with uncertainty and fear.
"Maybe we should get out of here," Matt suggested, his voice low but urgent. He looked around, as if expecting the walls to close in on them.
"Where are the others?" Elenore asked, her brow furrowing in concern.
"In the hotel," Matt replied, glancing at John and then back at Elenore. "They're safe for now, but we need to regroup."
Elenore nodded, her mind racing. "Maybe we should go there," she said, her tone suddenly more determined.
"Why?" Toby asked, confusion evident in his eyes.