"Oh... Ms. Yoo-Euni?" Marlowe tilted her head slightly, her voice soft and uncertain.
Yoo-Euni walked closer to the bed, her expression a mix of relief and lingering concern. "Yeah, it's me," she said warmly, though her tone carried a firmness that hinted at the gravity of the situation. "Glad you're awake, kid. You gave us all quite a scare."
Marlowe managed a faint smile, though her eyes were still clouded with confusion. "I... I don't remember much. My mom said I was controlled by the God of Wind. Is that... true?"
Yoo-Euni nodded, pulling a chair closer and sitting down beside her. "It's true. The God of Wind's power overwhelmed you, awakening your connection to the God of Music. You became something beyond yourself, Marlowe. During that time... you tried to attack someone who was fighting the God of Wind."
Marlowe's brow furrowed, her voice tinged with disbelief. "Someone was fighting the God of Wind? Who? Why?"
