After hearing Qin Jiu's warning, Vorlag simply laughed before swaggering out, leaving Qin Jiu alone with her thoughts.
She looked around the room, her gaze sweeping over the chaotic décor. A king-sized bed, draped in silks of deep purple and black, dominated the space, its pillows scattered, its sheets rumpled. The walls were painted in a swirling, chaotic mix of colors, splashes of blood which was Agra's handiwork stood out against the backdrop of blues, greens, and yellows. It looked more like a deranged artist's canvas than a bedroom and a chaotic mess.
But the chaos within Qin Jiu's own mind was far more… intense. A gnawing unease, a premonition of something had settled over her, a feeling she couldn't quite shake. Like someone or something was coming for her.
