The moment Nara stepped into the room, she collapsed onto the yellowed carpet.
The rain was too heavy, thunder rolling across the dark sky. It had forced her to settle for the cheap rental room.
Lady Isobel had given her a new mission. Even though traveling had drained her, she didn't dare delay even a minute.
[I'll meet Elijah Ambrose tomorrow at Rivera. Be ready.]
She sent the text message before pushing herself off the floor and onto the bed.
The damp smell clung to her clothes, and her bristling hair felt heavy with the weight of the storm. Her lungs burned as if the rain itself had followed her indoors.
The flickering light overhead stretched her shadow unnaturally tall.
As she dazedly stared at the dark silhouette, a familiar figure of an evil spirit crawled out from the depths of darkness.
The black wisps slithered away from Nara's shadow, curling up in the corner of the room.
The temperature dropped so abruptly that Nara's breath fogged in the air.
