"Oh, you're finally awake, huh?" Sona said, her voice sounded joyful, as if she was happy to see me again.
Speaking of the devil... I'm already so weak—what else could she possibly want from me? I sighed, feeling like I couldn't catch a break. Honestly, what more could she have planned for me at this point? Ugh, I hate this. Dammit, nothing is going the way I want.
Sona walked toward me, her steps slow and deliberate, each one filled with an unnerving confidence. Her grin was still plastered on her face, like a predator savoring the moment before striking.
I could barely move; my body was too weak to even lift a finger properly, and even if I could, the effort it would take to move was overwhelming. It was better to stay still and conserve what little energy I had left.