A few hours earlier,
"Sigh... I don't feel like sleeping at all," Aether muttered to himself, his gaze fixed on the dark expanse of the sky adorned with countless twinkling stars.
His mind grappled with a single question that seemed to consume his thoughts: ....Should he jump from the terrace?
It was his ultimate opportunity to break free from the shackles of his humiliating existence.... Yet, an overwhelming sense of uncertainty held him back, tethering him to his current situation.
Though he wanted to run there was this uneasy feeling.....
He would die pathetically but more importantly,
"Eternal Contract, huh..." Aether murmured, his expression contemplative.
The name of the contracted individual remained concealed, hidden from Ether or Aether's knowledge, much like the identity of his own race.
