A deathly silence hung in the quiet corridor, bringing with it a bone-chilling sense of dread.
CLACK... CLACK... A pair of red high heels struck the pristine white floor, their rhythmic cadence echoing clearly down the empty, silent corridor.
The owner of the red heels stopped at the door of a room. Even from behind, a single glance was enough to know she was a bombshell. Her fiery figure was the kind countless men would drool over.
The woman seemed to adore the color red. A form-fitting red dress perfectly accentuated her exquisite curves, while a mane of large, red waves added to her allure. Even her fingernails were painted a matching red.
The woman reached out, pushed the door open, and strode inside.
"Master of the Red Hall!" The doctor in the white lab coat immediately bowed his head respectfully as she entered.
"How is she?" the woman known as the Master of the Red Hall asked coldly, sinking into the sofa and glancing at the woman on the large bed.
