Isabel's Investigation
After finally waiting for the vicious-looking man to leave, Isabel climbed shakily out from under the blanket to investigate.
Her head felt heavy and muddled, as if there were a massive lump of lead inside it. Even the slightest movement made waves of pain shoot through her skull. She did not dare move too quickly, and her body was so weak that she could barely stand.
When she climbed out of bed, she nearly missed her footing and fell.
The intense fear instantly drenched her back in cold sweat, followed by waves of sharp pain in her head.
Her small face scrunched up, and she curled into a ball beside the bed.
Her stomach churned with nausea, while a dull pain constantly radiated from her skin and bones. Even touching them only made the pain worse.
"...It hurts."
She murmured softly and struggled to her feet.
Just then, lightning struck outside.
The next moment, the candle inside the room suddenly went out despite the absence of any wind. At the same time, the window was abruptly blown open, and the howling rain grew much louder.
She instinctively wanted to scream, but Isabel held it back.
There's no point in screaming anyway. Don't embarrass yourself, Isabel... It's not like you'll die.
She told herself this fiercely.
This time, no one could come to help her. Isabel had no idea which layer Iver and Sherlock were on... If they were below her, they would not be able to help her in the slightest.
But at least one thing was certain: there was definitely no one else on her current layer.
Besides, it did not matter even if she died. That would only mean falling one layer. Although Isabel did not really understand what she was supposed to do, she had