Still being able to feel the breeze on your skin as you sit near the window is nothing short of a miracle—for someone who once had to drink black tide contaminated water, simply because there was no other option.

Alone, far from civilization. Holding out your thirst, drinking black tide, or walking to Okhema city—each path would’ve led to the same end: your death. So why bother to save yourself?

Fortunately, a few days ago, Phainon rescued you and took you in when he saw how bad your condition was. He meant to look after you until you were fully recovered, but as the Chrysos heir, he’s rarely ever home. You only catch glimpses of him between his endless obligations.

And lately, sometimes there’s been a creeping unease in your body—like something unseen is slithering beneath your skin, inch by inch, whispering thoughts that aren’t entirely your own.