The Jiang household was a cauldron of chaos and anguish. From down the hall, the harrowing screams of Jiang Xiaolin echoed like the wails of a tormented banshee. Locked in her bedroom, she seemed trapped in a hellish realm of madness that allowed no escape.
In the living room, Madame Jiang sat crumpled on the sofa, her face buried in trembling hands as racking sobs shook her entire frame. The sight of her beloved only daughter reduced to such an unhinged state lacerated her very soul.
Master Jiang paced nearby, his jaw clenched and eyes haunted. "They must have given her something...some sort of drug or toxin to trigger this complete break from reality."
Jiang Xiaofeng sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "That's obvious, Father. There's no way Xiaolin would descend into this level of mania without some external impetus."
