The mushrooms in his hair pulsed weakly in alert.
"Who is it?" he asked, his voice betraying some of his exhaustion from the intense cultivation session.
"That doesn't matter," a female voice answered from the other side. "Could you open for a moment?"
Ren quickly looked around the room. The containers were sealed, Shadow Stalker skins stored away, work area dismantled. But the smell... a mixture of poisonous fungi and decomposing tissues still lingered heavily in the air.
"Who are you?" he insisted, buying time while considering opening a window to clear the suspicious scents.
"It will only take a moment."
"It's... it's very late and I'm not presentable," Ren responded, his exhausted mind trying to process the situation. "Could it be tomorrow?"
There was a pause, barely a heartbeat...
The tone changed.
"Open the door, fungus," Luna's voice cut through the silence, cold and direct. "I need to talk to you."
