Night passed, and before long even the light of the Moon vanished—swallowed by a bleak, suffocating eclipse.
Here in Ordeal, there were no warm rays of sunlight to stir people gently from their dreams.
Even when the sky shifted into that strange, muted orange unique to this world, it differed little from the desolate night.
In truth, the night was kinder.
At least the Moon offered a sliver of light—unlike the merciless eclipse that ruled the day.
Inside his room, wrapped in rare moments of quiet, Ethan Heart slept deeply after a night heavy with revelations.
Despite the insomnia that had plagued him, exhaustion finally claimed him. The accumulated fatigue dragged him under, and he slept like a child.
But peace never lingered long in Ordeal.
The lights in his room flared to life automatically—casting a harsh beam directly across his face.
Ethan's eyes opened slowly, irritation flickering within them as the sudden brightness stabbed at his vision.
