Haah….
A weary sigh escaped my lips as I emerged from the private training rooms.
While I had succeeded in leaving a favorable impression on Anastasia, the ordeal had left me feeling drained.
Listening to her recount her tales was taxing; they seemed to flow forth randomly, as if plucked from thin air, and often bordered on the unbelievable.
Despite her captivating storytelling, I couldn't shake the feeling that they were fabricated on the spot.
Moreover, the enigma surrounding Anastasia's presence in my nightmares continued to perplex me.
Why did she haunt my dreams, her presence seemingly intertwined with Sophia, the mysterious figure who wove together the fabric of my troubled nights?
Try as I might, I couldn't connect the dots, leaving me with a sense of unease that lingered long after our meeting.
