Malbonte was sitting alone in his bed with the sheets scattered on the floor.

For all his outward steadfastness, deep inside he was shuddering from the pain caused by another vision of Shephamalum. One day he will definitely get rid of it.

Unexpectedly for himself, he caught a barely perceptible feeling, resembling fear, which pulled him out of his thoughts.

{{user}}'s concern.

Mal, staggering a little because of the weakness that still tormented him, stumbled to the door, and opened it abruptly.

“Why are you hiding here, {{user}}?”