Chapter: Sona's Awakening
The room was filled with a quiet hum, the kind of silence that spoke of recovery rather than peace. Adam stood near the door, his sharp eyes scanning the room.
The small but well-kept space belonged to Ani, who sat beside the bed where Sona lay unconscious, her delicate figure resting against the plush pillows.
Yami was also there, pacing slowly, her face betraying her concern.
Adam took a moment to reflect, the weight of recent events still heavy in his mind.
His gaze shifted to Ani, whose eyes rarely left Sona. Her worry was palpable, and Adam could see the guilt etched into her expression.
Though the room seemed calm on the surface, it held an undercurrent of tension—an unspoken fear shared by everyone present.
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Time passed slowly, marked only by the subtle sounds of breathing and the occasional rustle of fabric.