C87 The Embodiment of Despair

But the serenity of the room did nothing to soothe her anxiety. Panic surged through her, and she jumped out of bed, rushing toward the wooden door. Her heart pounded in her chest as she reached for the handle, but before she could even touch it, the door creaked open on its own.

Standing in the doorway was a hooded figure, its presence shrouded in mystery. The figure’s long