In the dimly lit hut, the air hung heavy with tension as Noori sought answers from Isabell, whose cryptic responses only served to deepen her sense of unease.
"Who did it then?" Noori's voice trembled slightly as she leaned forward, her eyes fixed on Isabell.
Isabell's response sent a chill down Noori's spine. "You don't know them, but they know you very well. You have wronged them, so they are taking their revenge," she said, her tone hauntingly calm.
Noori's confusion only grew as she tried to make sense of Isabell's enigmatic words. "I wronged them? How so?" Noori's brows furrowed in frustration, her mind racing to grasp the implications.
Isabell's explanation offered little clarity. "Well, let's say you took away something precious from them. Think about it, and you may be able to pin it down in no time," she said, her gaze unwavering.