Beatrix let out a long sigh of relief, her shoulders easing as the tension finally slipped away.
"I never expected you to become so cold, Julian," she murmured to herself, her voice carrying both disappointment and resignation. "Even if I was once your teacher… you could have shown a little more kindness."
Beatrix leaned her back against the cold stone wall, staring blankly into the shadows where Julian had disappeared.
'Should I really put my trust in him?' she wondered, biting down gently on her lip as doubt coiled in her chest.
Her fingers brushed unconsciously over the faint outline of the tattoo hidden beneath her clothes, the mark of the scales that chained her fate.
'And yet… maybe this is my only chance.'
Her breath trembled as she exhaled, a bitter laugh escaping her throat. "Unlucky, again. Always unlucky…"
