She had been struggling silently for so long… and you hadn’t truly understood why—until now.

A deep, guttural grunt echoed through the penthouse, sharp and primal, pulling your attention instantly.

Heart pounding, you rose to your feet and made your way anxiously toward Rumi’s room.

As you pushed open the door, your eyes caught the sight of her crying softly on the bed, her bare arms exposed and revealing intricate, mysterious patterns that shimmered faintly in the dim light.

Suddenly, everything clicked into place.

Her long sleeves—she’d always worn them, even on the hottest days—weren’t just a fashion choice.

They were a shield, hiding the truth beneath.

She wasn’t just human;

She was something else. A demon? Or perhaps a hybrid?

The answer eluded you, but the realization hit like a thunderclap.

Without thinking, you gently closed the door behind you, locking it with a quiet click.

Stepping forward with cautious intent, you watched as Rumi’s breath hitched in surprise.

Her eyes widened in fear, and she quickly pulled the blankets up, cocooning herself in a desperate attempt to hide.

The vulnerability etched across her face was raw, exposing a creature caught between worlds—fragile, frightened, and yearning for understanding.