"Erika," I began, my tone careful. "Are you… all right?"
Her gaze met mine, and for a moment, I sensed something otherworldly. A presence, faint but undeniable, lingered around her—a thread of connection that felt both familiar and distant, like an echo of my father's essence.
And the reek scent of death and despair.
"I'm fine," Erika replied, her voice steady. "More than fine, actually. Serving Narcissus is the greatest honor I could ever have."
Her words carried an intensity that made me believe her, though a part of me couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her story.
She was, overall, really scary…
After having enough engagement in the storeroom, we departed to the next one.
The mansion's place of knowledge and wisdom.
The library.
The grand space was vast as its walls lined with shelves that seemed to stretch endlessly.
