As the door creaked open, Alice's worst fears were realized in the most chilling manner possible. Before her stood the supreme chief detective Samantha Tyrose, straddling Gregory's lap, both of them naked and entwined in a scene of unspeakable intimacy.
A wave of nausea washed over Alice as she struggled to process the horrifying sight before her. It was a nightmare come to life, a twisted parody of reality that threatened to engulf her in its suffocating grip.
With a trembling hand, Alice reached out to close the door, desperate to shut out the grotesque tableau unfolding before her eyes. But even as she turned away, the image was seared into her mind, haunting her like a ghost from her darkest nightmares.
In that moment of despair, a sense of helplessness threatened to consume Alice whole. It was a cruel twist of fate, a loop from which she feared she might never escape, a relentless cycle of betrayal and deceit that seemed destined to repeat itself ad infinitum.
