In the dimly lit alleyway, I leaned against the cold brick wall, raindrops mingling with the sweat on my brow. Venom stood beside me, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to the chaos swirling within me.

"Venom, what are we going to do?" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the rain.

Venom turned to me, her eyes steady and determined. "We'll figure it out, Yuan. We always do."

But her words offered little comfort. Without our boss, we were adrift, like ships lost at sea. For years, we had relied on him for everything - guidance, protection, even a sense of purpose. Now, with him behind bars, we were on our own.

As we stood there, grappling with the weight of our predicament, I couldn't help but feel a surge of fear coursing through me. We were skilled con artists, adept at manipulating others with our angelic looks and hypnotic charm. But without our leader to pave the way, our future looked bleak.

"We can't stay here," Venom said, breaking the silence. "We need to find a new plan, a new target."

But the thought of venturing out into the unknown filled me with dread. We had always operated within the safety of our boss's network, shielded from the dangers that lurked beyond. Now, we were exposed, vulnerable to the predators that prowled the streets.

As we debated our next move, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at my insides. But with Venom at my side, I knew we would face whatever came our way together.

"Let's go," Venom said, determination shining in her eyes.

And as we stepped out into the rain-soaked night, I knew that no matter what lay ahead, we would navigate the treacherous waters of deception together.

Back at our makeshift hideout, the tension hung heavy in the air, palpable even amidst the darkness of the night. Venom's anger simmered just beneath the surface, her usually calm demeanor replaced by a fierce intensity.

I clenched my fists, feeling a surge of frustration coursing through me. How could one of our own betray us like this? We had trusted them, relied on them to safeguard our hard-earned money, only to have it stolen right from under our noses.

As the realization sunk in, Venom's normally composed facade shattered, giving way to a raw, unbridled fury. Her eyes blazed with anger as she scanned the room, searching for any sign of our missing member.

"They took it all," she spat out, her voice laced with venomous rage. "Every last cent."

My heart sank as I surveyed the room, confirming Venom's words. Our stash of money, carefully hidden away for moments of crisis like this, was gone. Stolen by one of our own.

"How could they do this to us?" I whispered, my voice barely audible over Venom's seething rage.

Venom clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white with the force of her anger. "I trusted them, Yuan. We all did. And they betrayed us."

The betrayal cut deeper than any knife, slicing through the fragile bonds of trust that held our group together. We had been a family, united by our shared pursuit of wealth and power. But now, that bond had been shattered, leaving only bitterness and resentment in its wake.

"We have to find them," Venom said, her voice cold and determined. "And when we do, they'll regret ever crossing us."

And as we set out into the night, the darkness of the alleyway swallowing us whole, I knew that this betrayal would only fuel our determination to survive. For in the treacherous world we inhabited, trust was a rare commodity, and betrayal was a sin punishable by death.

After a long and exhausting chase, we finally managed to capture the traitor who had stolen from us. As we confronted them, demanding the return of our stolen money, they cowered before us, pleading for mercy.

"I don't have the money anymore," they whimpered, their voice barely above a whisper. "I gave it to someone else. Another member of our group."

My heart sank at the realization that our troubles were far from over. But as they offered us a new opportunity, a chance to recoup our losses, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope amidst the despair.

"A new job?" Venom repeated, her voice dripping with skepticism. "And what exactly does this job entail?"

The traitor hesitated for a moment before speaking, their words laden with apprehension. "You would become a fake psychiatrist, a psychologist. It pays well, triple what I've stashed away."

I felt a shiver run down my spine at the thought of impersonating such a respected profession. But desperation clouded my judgment, blinding me to the dangers that lay ahead.

"We'll do it," Venom said, her voice firm and unwavering. "But we'll need more details. Who is this person we'll be working for?"

The traitor's eyes darted nervously around the room before they finally spoke, their voice barely audible. "He's... he's a scary old man. An alcoholic, a sex addict. None of the old psychologists could handle him. They all left."

A chill settled over the room as the gravity of the situation sank in. But despite the risks, the allure of the hefty paycheck was too tempting to resist.

"We'll take the job," Venom said, her voice filled with determination. "But we'll be watching our backs every step of the way."

And as we made our way to our new workplace, uncertainty gnawing at our insides, I knew that this would be the beginning of a dangerous game, one where the stakes were higher than ever before. But in the shadows of deceit, sometimes the only choice was to play along, no matter the cost.

As we approached the imposing mansion that would serve as our workplace, a sense of unease settled over me. The grandeur of the building was both awe-inspiring and intimidating, its towering walls hiding the secrets that lay within.

Venom and I exchanged a glance, our determination mirrored in each other's eyes. Despite the risks and uncertainties that awaited us, we were both dedicated to getting the job done. We had come too far to turn back now.

With a shared nod of agreement, we stepped through the gates and into the sprawling grounds of the mansion. As we made our way towards the entrance, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were entering into a world of darkness and danger.

But as we crossed the threshold into the mansion's opulent interior, any doubts or fears were pushed aside. We were here to do a job, and nothing would stand in our way.

With a renewed sense of purpose, Venom and I set to work, determined to prove ourselves capable of handling whatever challenges lay ahead. For in the world of deception and deceit, success was the only option, and failure was not an option we were willing to entertain.

As we approached the gate, the imposing guards stepped forward, blocking our path with stern expressions. My heart raced as I glanced at Venom, silently hoping she had everything we needed to pass through unquestioned.

But before I could even reach for the fake files and requirements, a pretty girl, radiating an air of decency and grace, approached us. Relief washed over me as she welcomed us with a warm smile, her eyes not even glancing at the documents in our hands.

"Dr. Yuan Morgan, I presume?" she said, her voice soft and welcoming.

I nodded, doing my best to exude professionalism despite the nervous flutter in my stomach. "Yes, that's correct."

Without missing a beat, the secretary ushered us past the guards and into the mansion, her easy demeanor putting me at ease. It was almost too easy, the lack of scrutiny leaving me feeling both grateful and wary.

As we entered the grand foyer of the mansion, I exchanged a glance with Venom, a silent acknowledgment passing between us. With her meticulous planning and my acting skills, we were a formidable team, capable of navigating even the most treacherous of waters.

With a renewed sense of confidence, I followed the secretary deeper into the mansion, ready to embark on our new role as fake psychiatrists. Little did anyone know, our true talents lay not in therapy, but in the art of deception.

As the secretary informed us that there would be no interview and I could see the patient right away, I exchanged a puzzled glance with Venom. "That seems odd, doesn't it?" I whispered, my voice tinged with uncertainty.

Venom nodded, her brow furrowed in suspicion. "Definitely. Something doesn't feel right about this."

Before we could voice our concerns, the secretary assured us that everything was in order and promptly left the room, closing the door behind her.

Alone together, the weight of the situation settled over us like a heavy blanket. I turned to Venom, my voice barely above a whisper. "What do we do now?"

Venom shrugged, equally perplexed by our predicament. "We stick to the plan. Pretend to see the patient and gather as much information as we can."

I nodded, a sense of determination rising within me. "Agreed. Let's make the most of this opportunity."

But as I turned to the empty desk, expecting to find the patient's records, panic began to gnaw at the edges of my mind. "The records... they're gone. There's nothing here."

Venom's eyes widened in alarm, realization dawning on her. "We've been set up," she muttered, her voice tinged with anger.

As the secretary led me deeper into the mansion, a sense of unease gnawed at the pit of my stomach. I exchanged a hesitant glance with Venom, silently conveying my apprehension, before reluctantly agreeing to see the patient alone.

As the door to the large room swung open, I hesitated for a moment, my eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness within. "Could you please turn on the lights?" I called out to the secretary, but before I could finish my sentence, the door slammed shut behind me, plunging me into darkness.

Panic surged through me as I fumbled for the light switch, but my fingers found nothing but empty air. "Hello?" I called out, my voice echoing in the cavernous room.

But there was no response, only silence.

Fear gripped me as I realized the gravity of the situation. I was alone, trapped in a dark room with no way out. And as the minutes ticked by, each one stretching into eternity, I knew that I was in grave danger.

With trembling hands, I reached for my phone, the feeble glow of its screen offering me little solace in the oppressive darkness. Desperation clawed at the edges of my mind as I searched for a way to escape, but all I found was a suffocating sense of dread.

But amidst the darkness and fear, a flicker of determination ignited within me. I would not go down without a fight. I would find a way out of this nightmare, no matter the cost. For in the shadows of deceit, survival was the only thing that mattered.

As the old description of the patient echoed in my mind, a chill ran down my spine. I had been expecting a terrifying old man, but instead, I was faced with a tall, angelic-looking young woman holding a book.

Confusion washed over me as I stared at her, my mind struggling to reconcile the image before me with the one I had imagined. "Are you... the patient?" I ventured, my voice barely above a whisper.

The woman remained silent, her cold gaze fixed on me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. I swallowed hard, the fear mounting within me as I realized that I was completely at her mercy.

"I'm here to help you," I said, my voice shaking with uncertainty. "Can you tell me why you're here? What you need help with?"

But still, she said nothing, her silence a heavy weight pressing down on me. I felt a knot form in my stomach as I realized that I was completely out of my depth. How was I supposed to help someone who wouldn't even speak to me?

Desperation clawed at the edges of my mind as I searched for a way to break through her icy exterior. But no matter what I said or did, the woman remained silent, her unreadable expression sending a chill down my spine.

As the minutes stretched into hours, I began to fear that I would never escape from this nightmare. Trapped in a room with a woman who seemed more like a ghost than a patient, I knew that I was in over my head. And as the darkness closed in around me, I could only pray for a way out of this terrifying ordeal.