Stacy flickered her eyes open, the early morning sun casting a brilliant glow that seeped through the gaps in the curtains.
The light was intense, and she quickly shut her eyes again. A few moments passed, and as she cautiously reopened them, her vision gradually adjusted to the luminous surroundings.
She found herself in an unfamiliar room. The walls were painted a muted shade of ash, adorned with dark skull patterns that seemed to bask in the soft light.
A vintage wooden dresser stood against one wall, its surface cluttered with an assortment of ornate trinkets and framed photographs.
On the opposite side, a large window showcased a picturesque view of a tranquil garden bathed in the morning sunlight. The only garden one could find in the Qin house.
Feeling disoriented, Stacy attempted to sit up. She pressed her hand against the bed to support herself, but a sharp pain shot through her body.