BAM!
A loud crash rang out.
Her body stiffened.
Slowly, she turned her head—and her stomach plummeted.
Two figures in dark robes walked past the house, their eerie presence sucking the warmth from the air.
Ghost cultivators.
Her mouth fell open.
She turned her gaze to the sky, blinking in disbelief.
"God… do you really have to listen to me at this exact moment?"
But the universe wasn't done tormenting her yet.
BAM!
The already broken portion of the stable roof gave way.
Her reflexes saved her. Just barely.
She twisted to the side in time to dodge as a massive chunk of wood came crashing down—landing exactly where she had been sitting just seconds ago.
Two centimeters.
That's all that stood between her and a brand-new head injury.
She stared at the debris.
Then at the pink robe still clutched in her hands.
Then back up at the sky, her eye twitching so violently she could feel it.
"Alright. I get it." Her voice was flat. Emotionless. Dead inside.
She inhaled deeply.
