Kai sat down on the bed, the steaming bowl of soup cradled in his hands. The warmth from the soup did little to ease the tightness in his chest, though he was grateful for the gesture.
He glanced over at Kiara, who was sitting on her bed with her own bowl of soup. Her eyes seemed distant, lost in thought as she stared at the floor.
It was as though her mind had wandered to a place far beyond the confines of their small room.
Kai couldn't help but understand. She had sometimes been like this — quiet, introspective.
But today, there was a weight in her expression that he couldn't quite place.
He raised his bowl to his lips, the steam rising in gentle swirls as he took a sip. The warmth spread through him, comforting, but it didn't push away the unease gnawing at the back of his mind.
He knew the situation was getting worse by the day.
'The cult is moving fast,' Kai thought, his brow furrowing as he considered their next moves.
