Telvi's heart raced as she approached the door to Toga's room, her mind filled with dread she couldn't shake off. She hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to reach for the doorknob. The whispers of the concerned servants outside her home only fueled her anxiety.
"Is he sleeping right now?" She thought, as she didn't have much interaction with him after the incident since he kept refusing to come out of the room, and Telvi started to regret her action of not properly facing the consequences of Toga's action.
As the door creaked open, a gasp escaped Telvi's lips. The sight before her shattered the fragile pieces of hope she had left. Toga lay motionless on the floor, surrounded by a chilling pool of blood with his hand cut. A sharp cry escaped her throat, echoing through the walls of her once-safe haven.
