After the betrayal by her family and being killed by her blood-related mother, Jiho closed her eyes, seeking an end to her suffering while already ensured to mess their life after she peacefully slept. However, when she opened them again, she found herself in a white room facing her dead master. "You have broken your promise, so as your punishment, you must live in another world until I am satisfied," he declared. Upon reopening her eyes, Jiho found herself in an ancient-looking room, and what was even more shocking was that it was an ABO-type world. In this world, aside from men and women, there were individuals who appeared more delicate than men but could give birth refered as mer. Jiho who hates relationship. What a peculiar fate awaited her?
The observer remained silent, their breath barely a whisper in the wind, their gaze fixed intently on her every move.
Jiho, now clad only in a simple robe, reached for the belt. Her fingers hovered over the knot, a sudden unease prickling at the back of her neck. Instinctively, she paused, her senses sharpening.
Her eyes flickered with a cold glint, a predatory alertness taking over. She turned her head slightly, scanning the surroundings with a keen gaze, every muscle in her body tensing as she sensed the unseen presence.
Her expression hardened, the softness of the moment replaced by a steely resolve. The tranquility of the waterfall now felt like a fragile illusion, ready to shatter at any moment.
Jiho's hand moved away from the belt, instead reaching for a concealed dagger hidden within the folds of her robe. Her grip tightened around the hilt, the cool metal a reassuring weight in her palm.