Arc 3

Delilah stood up from the cold floor and brushed the wrinkles from her gown. Her hair was slightly disheveled, but her expression was one of eerie satisfaction. Around her, the ashes of her destroyed butterflies began to stir. One by one, they reformed, their fragile wings glowing faintly as they twirled around her.

She laughed softly, the sound echoing in the room, growing louder until it became a chilling cackle. One butterfly hovered close to her face, and she gently cupped it in her hand, its delicate wings fluttering against her fingers.

"I wanted to see if he'd truly keep his promise," she murmured, a wicked smile curving her lips. "And he did. He really did."

The butterfly flew off her hand, joining the swirling swarm. Her smile widened as she whispered, "It seems our plan may indeed succeed. Doesn't it?"

Delilah heard a knock on her room door, and the door creaked open.

"Ohhh, Leon is here," Delilah said cheerfully as Leon stepped in.