Rain pounded down on Kiran Mountain, as if the sky refused to stop its lament.
Deep in the bamboo forest, a small wooden hut shook with every drop that fell on its roof. The sound was deafening, a relentless rain that seemed to want to drown out all silence.
Inside, on an anvil as large as a sacrificial table, Alessia lay bound tightly. Her body trembled. Her eyes, black as night, moved desperately, searching for a way out, an explanation.
She didn't understand why she was there. She didn't know what Jasper was looking for, or why he had taken her to that remote place. But fear gripped her chest. And with every passing second, the silence inside the shed weighed heavier than the roar of the storm.
Jasper, after getting all the ingredients ready.
"Let's begin... with the creation of the perfect weapon."
