Sylvie - Adulthood

Sylvie stumbled into her quiet, empty home after another exhausting day at the clinic while the storm hits the outside.

“I’m home, master…”

The words hung in the silence. No one answered. Her adoptive father was gone, resting in peace, and the house felt colder without him. She sighed, longing to sink into the comfort of her worn-out sofa, when a loud knock on the door jolted her from her thoughts.

When she opened it, there he was—the man who had brought her to her adoptive father so many years ago and behind him a trembling figure soaked in the water of the rain.

“Ferrus…”

The memories came flooding back. Ferrus, the man who once saw slaves as nothing more than tools, the man responsible for the life she had shared with her father. Yet here he was again, looking at her with that familiar smirk.

“I heard you’ve taken up the doctor’s work,” he said, his voice thick with a twisted kind of satisfaction. “Well… if you’re so set on honoring him, why not start with this one? Another lost soul in need of saving.”

Ferrus’s smile grew wider as he watched her expression. It was a scene he had seen nearly a decade ago—a lonely heart taking in a broken one.

“You’re just as alone as he was when I left you here with him.”

Sylvie felt her heart tighten at his words. This new life, this new soul—could she really do for them what her father had done for her?