Sex in her dreams.

Currently, Lilith bit her bottom lips as she folded herself into a ball to keep warm.

The cell ground was cold, and lying on it felt like Lilith was sleeping on ice water, but she still compelled nature's call to come to her calmly.

As she fell deeply asleep, she became aware of the musky scent that lingered in the air.

Lilith flustered her eyelashes, and as her eyes completely opened, she realized she was surrounded by darkness.

She couldn't see anything, not even a shadow or outline of objects.

The room was so dark that it felt like she was trapped in a bottomless pit. She couldn't make sense of her surroundings and it made her feel lost.

The cascade of her curly ginger hair tumbled over her face, cocooning her delicate features.

Lilith let the hair remain, parting only the middle strands, creating a tantalizing veil through which her enigmatic gaze peered.

'So the station light has already gone off.' She sat comfortably and thought to herself.

Lilith was about to get up when she spotted something weird.

She was no longer on the chilly floor but could suddenly feel the luxury of a bed beneath her.

'Why is there a bed in the cell room?' She questioned no one in particular as she moved her hand freely around the bed.

Lilith, who had previously been blind, quickly adjusted to the deep darkness, using her sense of perception.

She explored the bed with her hands, at first assuming it was just an ordinary local bed. But as her hand roamed around the bed, it brushed against the smooth, rich wood of the bed frame.

Lilith noticed the quality of materials and fine craftsmanship. Her initial impressions were quickly replaced by a newfound understanding: this bed was expensive.

Lilith stepped down from the bed and could feel the tidy tiles beneath her feet, which weren't as cold as the one she had slept in.

'Where am I?' Lilith questioned herself as she turned around, her gaze wandering into the darkness in search of a glimmer of light.

"I was told by my brother that you are searching for a spirit lover." A young man's deep Renaissance voice rang out into the dark room, sending a terrible shiver through the air.

Even in the dense blackness of the room, Lilith's slight figure was visible to him.

However, the veil of her cascading ginger hair, tumbling over her face, hindered his view of her features.

Her hair obscured his sight, shrouding the secrets of her appearance in a cloak of mystery.

Nevertheless, Lilith had a strong feeling that the voice sounded familiar for reasons unexplained. It was almost as if she had heard the voice before, but she couldn't recall where she heard the man speak.

"From your quiet behavior, I'm beginning to believe that you have embraced yourself for what is to come." He spoke, causing Lilith to roll her eyes.

Raising her finger, she began signing in the dark, unconcerned about whether he could see or whether he understood sign language or not.

"You must have lost some screws in your head." She signed and took a few more steps away from the bed.

Lilith's goal was to get out of whatever situation she was in because she had a strong feeling she was no longer in the police station.

"Are you using sign language in the dark?" He questioned, taking a calm and steady step towards Lilith.

Lilith licked her lips, moistening them with saliva, and then she sneered.

Although Lilith couldn't see the man speaking to her, she could still feel his piercing gaze bore into her, and Lilith knew for certain that the young man had an ulterior agenda.

"Why am I in your house?" Lilith signed with her fingers while questioning the young man.

Since she wasn't in the cell room, she was certain she was in the mysterious man's room.

On the other hand, the strange man arched his brow in response to Lilith's question. He had assumed Lilith had agreed to him visiting her dreams, so her question was quite ludicrous.

"You agreed to be here so you don't have to pretend or be shy." He muttered as he moved closer to Lilith. "So how do you want it?" He questioned, his lips cocked to the side as he spoke to Lilith in a sensual tone.

She raised her brow once more. "What do I want? And fucking turn on the house lights already." She signed, and from the phrase she produced with her fingers, it was clear she was attempting to command the young man.

The young man licked his lips, fascinated by Lilith's sign language, as if she intended to do something dreadful to him.

The young man proceeded to speak while pretending he could not understand Lilith's sign language. "You are a tough one." He mumbled, his hands sliding beneath his pocket as he composed himself.

'It has been centuries since I last saw a tough one who wants me to visit their dreams and have sex with them.' He thought within himself.

While he was speaking, Lilith's thoughts were preoccupied with the notion that the person in front of her was most certainly deadly.

Gathering her composure, Lilith endeavored to project a sense of calm as she conveyed her message.

"Can you understand sign language?" she signed, her fingers artfully weaving intricate symbols through the inky darkness. "If so, please turn on the lights so that I can sign more clearly," she continued, hoping that her message would convey a level of clarity that the current dimness hindered.

Despite the sign statement of Lilith, the young man didn't utter any words out of his mouth but instead, he sighed loudly.

The stranger spat out a chilling demand. "Quit the talking," he hissed, venom lacing each syllable. "Strip now. We must have sex if you want to survive."

His gaze, unwavering even in the shadows, bore into Lilith, slicing through the veil of darkness like a blade. His words, sharp and cruel, made it abundantly clear that Lilith's life hung in the balance.

Lilith Raziel furrowed her brow, bewildered by the man's declaration, but eventually yielded to his words, realizing the risk.