Governor Margaret awoke from her sleep, staring vacantly at the electric light for a good while before, with the assistance of a maid, she began to dress and put on makeup in front of the vanity.
The luxurious Governor's Mansion on He Fang Island was eerily empty and quiet, the windows all sealed shut with no ventilation, leaving a faint, persistent mustiness inside.
The Death Light had claimed many lives within the Governor's Mansion as well, but Margaret had no intention of hiring more people; after all, she was the only one left of the Cavendish Family now.
As she looked at her gaunt reflection in the mirror, a gentle voice came from behind her; it was her deputy.
"Governor, Mr. Charles, Governor of Hope Island, has just sent a telegram. The light in the sky is gradually fading. Do you need to respond to him?"
