The days following Lilith's chance encounter with "Don" at Molto Affamato were fraught with unease.
The air in the mansion felt heavier, and Lilith couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Even during training sessions with Amon, there was a gnawing sensation in the pit of her stomach that wouldn't go away.
The encounter had left her unsettled, and she couldn't figure out why. It wasn't just Don's intense gaze, but something deeper—something she couldn't quite put her finger on.
"Focus, Lilith," Amon's voice broke through her thoughts as they stood in the training hall of the mansion. The sun streamed in through the high windows, casting long shadows on the floor.
Lilith blinked, shaking her head as if to clear away the fog of uncertainty clouding her mind. She squared her shoulders, focusing on Amon.