There are no angels in reality.

The next night, Astrid arrived at the castle as scheduled. As she passed by Amalia's room, she noticed the door was closed.

A faint light seeped through the gap, casting a soft, yellowish glow on the small floor tile at the entrance, as if laying a delicate blanket of light.

Astrid entered the adjacent room and put away the items she had brought. She then made her way to the bathroom.

As she stepped inside, a wave of warm vapor greeted her, carrying with it a subtle, almost imperceptible fragrance, a scent she recognized from being around Amalia. It was so faint that it seemed to blend seamlessly into the air.

Astrid reached out and touched the washbasin. Her pale fingertips left a faint mark on the misted mirror, and tiny droplets of water soon formed on the surface of her skin.

Amalia must have just finished showering.