Under the dim candlelight was a retro bedroom, where a young girl with cascading black hair sat on the bed, a striking blood-red mark on her forehead, her eyes as delicate and pure as peach blossoms, the pure white at the corners of her eyes betraying a seductive allure. Her face was bare, yet shockingly beautiful.
Her black hair against her snow-white cheeks was mesmerizingly seductive.
She was an Eastern girl, looking no older than twenty-five. Unfortunately, she wore a loose hospital gown that revealed patches of skin, flushed with crimson veins, resembling the searing paths of flowing magma, a harrowing sight.
Beside the bed were all sorts of precise medical equipment, displaying her heart rate, blood pressure, the index of her Life Energy, as well as the fluctuations of her Fate Principle.
The medical staff stood in the corners of the room, silent as statues.
The girl was indeed eating; a table was set upon her bed.