Thersia was unable to rid herself of the feelings brought on by her recent clash with Luka and the enigmatic chamber she had stumbled upon. The recollections of that evening stayed with her, a blend of bewilderment, fury, and a disquieting intrigue. While strolling through the mansion's peaceful corridors the following morning, her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Luka's visage- how his demeanor had changed from anger to sorrow upon discovering her in that room.
Even with the fancy setting, Thersia felt a sudden chill as she roamed around, remembering his harsh and cold voice telling her to go. Lost in her thoughts, her fingers brushed against the walls, searching for a clue. It was then that she spotted a strange, faint outline on a part of the wall that seemed out of place. The
