Chapter 114: Give Us Some Time
The moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting an eerie glow on the wooden structure of Howl's dwelling. The wind whispered through the branches, adding to the palpable tension that hung in the air.
Inside, the room was dimly lit by a single, flickering candle. Shadows danced on the walls, creating a surreal atmosphere. The air was thick with tension, yet, in the loft above, the children were in peaceful slumber, oblivious to the undercurrents unfolding below.
Little Howly was cradled in Seven's soft embrace, both issued a rhythmic breathing, a soothing lullaby that belied the simmering suspense that filled the adults.
Clad in a fresh set of clothes, Atasha sat in the center of the room, her figure bathed in the soft glow of the lamp. However, her body was rigid and her movements were stiff like a mechanical doll, betrayed by the unnerving setting.
