OSWALD pushed the door open and stepped into Orlanda's dimly lit room. His sharp gaze fell on her beautiful petite figure lying on the bed. As usual, his presence was heavy, commanding attention, yet Orlanda didn't stir. Unlike the times before, when she would flinch at the sound of his arrival or sit up in fear, she remained motionless, her face pale, her eyes hollow and distant.

He stood silently by the door, studying her. Something was different, off. A wave of irritation flickered within him, but curiosity also tugged at the edges of his mind. Slowly, he crossed the room, pulled a chair closer to the bed, and sat...