Carefully selecting a thin blanket from the almirah, Jiho laid it out on the floor next to the torn mattress.
It was a meager substitute for a proper bedding, but it was the only option she had at the moment. Her movements were deliberate, each fold made with care despite the limitations.
Once the blanket was arranged to the best of her abilities, Jiho glanced around the room with a hint of disappointment.
After setting the bed, Jiho took a moment to catch her breath. She straightened her posture and sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling the coolness of the sheets against her skin.
The room was dimly lit by a single oil lamp, casting soft shadows on the walls. Jiho's expression was calm yet introspective as she closed her eyes slowly, letting out a deep, cleansing breath.
As she breathed in and out, her mind drifted to the events of the day—the encounters, the emotions stirred within her, and the unsettling discoveries.
