Hunting something you can't see

Kira wakes up again when the sunlight begins to bother her face, releasing a moan of annoyance before opening her eyes. She feels too comfortable where she is, but looking around her she understands it.

A spacious room of red tones and silver ornaments forming patterns on the walls, various elegant furniture of Middle Eastern origin. The air has a pleasant aroma of incense.

"At last you wake up," says the Goat of Oblivion entering from the balcony.

"Everything hurts, as if I had been hit by a truck."

"That’s normal. You have several fractures, but your body is recovering thanks to your quick healing. You could hardly feel any pain until it was all over. You apparently entered a state, although weak for being the first time, which Golden Bird calls bloodlust."

"I know what it is," Kira sits on the bed, thundering her back.