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Dr. G.I. Boleid’s Psychoanalysis – Part 04

Meanwhile…

As night descended, casting the streets of Brooklyn into darkness, a cold wind swept through, rustling the trees that lined the sidewalks.

On the fourth floor of an immigrant apartment building on 14 Cranberry Street, beside the kitchen, there was a corner usually concealed by rose-patterned lace curtains. Tonight, however, the curtains were drawn back, revealing a black box resembling an iron tub.

Victorique stood expressionless, garbed in a black and red velvet dress, holding a fluffy towel against her chest. Her feet were bare, her pale skin glowing under the lamplight.

Meanwhile, Kazuya was heating water using a large kettle. He poured the boiling water from the kettle into the iron box and diluted it with more water. Kneeling down, he carefully checked the temperature.

“The water’s nice and warm, Victorique.”

“Your effort is appreciated.”

“All right, miss bossy pants. Go on and have your usual bath.”

“What? I have never been bossy toward you.