When I stepped out of the shower room, the steam still clinging to my skin like a second layer, I slowly made my way to the room just in front of it.
There, I froze.
I stood silently, motionless in front of the grand, almost menacing double doors.
They towered over me, two heavy, imposing doors, as though daring me to come closer.
The dark wood seemed to breathe, groaning faintly under its own weight.
The faint gold trims along the edges shimmered ominously in the dim light, as if mocking me.
A creeping sensation spread through my body.
My knees trembled—
Not from cold, but from something far deeper.
Fear.
My fingers twitched involuntarily, the nerves in my hands betraying me with violent shakes.
It felt like my legs had forgotten how to hold me up.
My strength was leaking out with every breath I took.
But despite the overwhelming urge to run, I couldn't.
I had no choice.
This… was my fate.
Swallowing hard, I closed my eyes to brace myself.
