Isaac's brow furrowed, expressing his concern and disappointment.

“Is that Aldrin?" Camila, attempting to enter the room, inquired. Isaac nodded solemnly in confirmation.

Aldrin appeared to have inhabited the room for an extended duration, with drawn curtains casting a dim ambiance, punctuated by a ray of light that sipped through.

Unaccustomed to the brightness, Aldrin instinctively shielded his eyes with his hand.

“Aldrin.” Camila approached him gently.

Aldrin squinted at her in response.

He registered Camila's presence without surprise, asking, “Sister, have you come to see me?"

At that moment, he mistook Camila for a specter.

He chuckled uneasily. "And how did Isaac find his way here?"

He comprehended Camila's return.

But at the same time, he struggled to comprehend Isaac's presence Wasn't Isaac still alive?

Aldrin scratched his head, his mind muddled.

Camila, struggling to tolerate the stench of alcohol, covered her nose and said, “Get yourself cleaned and awaken from this stupor. I have questions that need answers."

“You can inquire about anything you wish to know. I shall furnish you with the answers you seek. I pledge no Lie before your specter," Aldrin slurred in response.

Camila was rendered speechless

Isaac too was not so different from Camila momentarily.

“Snap out of it!" Only then did she realize that Aldrin believed her to be a specter.

Truly, he was lost in his drunken haze.

Witnessing him in this state evoked both sympathy and anger within Camila.

Words held no power over him now.

She scurried off to the bathroom, returning with water. Without hesitation, she poured the water over his head.

The frigid water jolted Aldrin up.

“That's freezing!"

He hugged himself for warmth, and his voice trembled as he questioned her sanity. "Have you lost your marbles?"

Camila fixed him with an unwavering gaze and retorted, “Are you in your right mind now? If you are, then make your way to the shower. I'll be waiting outside the door