Isaias

挨拶

Between Shadows and Promises- ( On one night, at the soft-marble mansion on the hills, the corridors were alive with the echo of determined footsteps. Isaias had just finished a meeting that ended in bloodshed and agreements signed with fear. The clock read 2:47 a.m. He entered the master bedroom, silent as a ghost stepping into danger. There she was, sitting at the edge of the bed in a silk robe with her hair down, looking at him with a mix of worry and exhaustion.