"What the heck...," Jiho muttered, her voice shaking with a mixture of rage and disbelief. She glared at the old man, her eyes blazing with fury.
The anger that had been simmering beneath the surface erupted, and she couldn't hold back any longer. This old man, trying to appear wise and all-knowing, was the very reason she was trapped in this world.
Her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms. Jiho's breath came in sharp, rapid bursts as she stood up from her bed, her body trembling with pent-up frustration. She felt a rush of adrenaline surge through her veins, propelling her forward.
Without thinking, she rushed at the old man, her fists raised, ready to strike. Her movements were fueled by the intensity of her emotions, each step bringing her closer to him. She could feel the heat of her anger radiating off her, the force of her will driving her forward.
