Seren clutched her head as a sudden, sharp throbbing struck the back of her head.
The large television screen in Haelyn's room still showed the bustling gala, but the classical music had now turned into a buzzing sound that tormented her ears.
Seren's vision began to blur, causing her to grip the edge of the vanity table. The light from the room's lamps now felt like thousands of daggers piercing her eyeballs.
Within seconds, the world around Seren lost its shape. She slumped to the cold floor, letting her body curl into a fetal position.
Amid the pain, a flash appeared behind her tightly shut eyelids.
She saw a vast shopping mall corridor. There, a man stood with his back to her. He had an upright posture and a commanding presence. His appearance was neat, and he exuded authority. In that hazy memory, the man turned his head. Though his face wasn't clearly visible, Seren could feel a profound warmth—a closeness that made her want to run and hide behind his back.
