The moment Davis entered, he sensed an aura that was vastly different from what he was familiar with. Of course, it felt familiar, but rather than calm, it was raging and violent, filled with anger and hate. He opened his eyes, gazing at a white-robed woman seated on the cold surface.
The cushion for sitting was ripped apart, and even the wooden bed appeared to be crushed beyond compare as numerous splinters lay around, sharp and deadly when stepped on. However, the white-robed woman seemed to be sitting on it, harming herself as she seemed to use the pain to stay awake; her beautiful eyelids kept drooping as though she was exhausted but forcefully widened each time they were about to shut close.
When those pair of eyes spotted him, she was fully awake, a maddened look creeping up her expression as her lips moved.
"Brother… you're back." Resounded a voice full of spite.
