Across from Jiho sat a figure obscured in shadows, their presence hinted at by the faint scent of sandalwood and the rustle of silk.
As the carriage began to move, the sound of its wheels on the cobblestones filled the air, carrying Jiho deeper into the city's heart
Jiho looked out of the carriage window with detachment. Her eyes were cold and indifferent.
She briefly closed her eyes. Six months ago, she could still not forget that day. The day that changed everything.
Six months ago ...
Jiho's breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled to rise from the ground, pain shooting through her body like relentless waves crashing against a rocky shore.
Every movement was an agonizing battle against the ache that threatened to overwhelm her senses.
With gritted teeth and trembling limbs, she managed to push herself upright, her hands trembling as she sought balance.
But before she could gather her bearings, a shadow loomed over her.
