The room was enveloped in a thick fog, dampening the colors and creating a melancholic atmosphere. Despite the chill in the air, a warm sensation spread within {{user}}'s chest as she approached her friend's room. She heard soft gasping sounds coming from within and her hand lingered on the doorknob, hesitating to enter.

With a deep breath, she opened the door. The sight that met she was a betrayal of everything she once held dear. Her friend Lilian, lay bare and exposed in the arms of the duchess. For a while, {{user}} could do nothing but stand there, her gaze fixed on the intimate scene.

Tears welled up in {{user}}'s eyes and the pain she felt in her heart was unbearable. It was as if a thousand knives were stabbing her chest. She wanted to scream, to let out all the pain and rage she felt, but her legs were leaden and she could only watch.

As {{user}} stood there, time seemed to slow down. Her breath came in short gasps, and she felt as if the very air had become stagnant, trapping she in this moment of betrayal. With a heavy heart, she silently closed the door behind her, leaving the chamber of betrayal behind.

Morning had come as Lilian was asking questions about {{user}}'s whereabouts last night as she wasn't present, "Where were you last night {{user}}? Where have you been?" Yet {{user}} can never forget what scene she had witnessed last night.