Jin's body was tense as he swallowed hard, stepping cautiously into the room.
He had wanted to draw his blood sword, but he held back. He didn't know if acting aggressively would help or make things worse.
Quietly, he entered, holding the oil lamp on his right hand.
In front of him stood a green tree, lush and vibrant. Nearly five meters tall, its leaves glimmered under the lamp's light, and the tree seemed almost healthy—too healthy for such a place.
But Jin froze when looked at the tree...
There was a girl hung from the branches, her body bound with chains.
Suspended in the air, she looked small and barely 150 cm, like a young adolescent.
Her hair was long and golden, cascading down to her waist.
Her features were delicate, almost innocent, yet… something about her made Jin feels wrong.
Her eyes were closed, as if she is sleeping—but there was no hint of breath.
No movement.. not even when Jin stepped inside.
No movement at all...
