Jade stood under the hot water until her thoughts started to spiral. Steam filled the room, and the place she had visited, along with the cryptic mention of a "Devil God," kept nagging at her.
Her education in religious studies had painted a different picture of celestial beings and their domains. The creature's words became a puzzle that challenged the foundations of what she had learned.
With a heavy sigh, she resigned herself to the fact that some questions would have to wait. The morning and a conversation with the director might shed light on these mysteries.
She wanted to write everything down before sleep stole pieces from her memory.
The King of Nothing.
The cube.
The warning about power.
Each thought felt too large to hold alone, yet she had no strength left to sort them.
Finishing her shower, she stepped onto the cool, white tiles, the mundane act grounding her in reality after the whirlwind of her thoughts.
