A Short Wintery Visit Interlude

Mundane, boredom, dull, and tiresome—these were the emotions Liyana Heavens felt whenever she found herself in this place.

The opulence of the Hell mansion, with its grandeur and wealth, did little to captivate her.

To her, it was as uninspiring as the many other gatherings she had attended.

The same monotony, the same forced pleasantries, the same faceless people—everything about this place seemed to echo her feelings of ennui.

Liyana's gaze swept over the room, noting the anxious glances and barely concealed apprehensions of Riley's family. It was a reaction she was accustomed to.

Whether due to her status, her reputation, or something more personal, people always seemed to find a way to fear her.

It was a sentiment she both despised and understood.

Their discomfort around her only added to the sense of disconnect she felt.