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?
Carefully selecting a thin blanket from the almirah, Jiho laid it out on the floor next to the torn mattress.
It was a meager substitute for a proper bedding, but it was the only option she had at the moment. Her movements were deliberate, each fold made with care despite the limitations.
Once the blanket was arranged to the best of her abilities, Jiho glanced around the room with a hint of disappointment.
After setting the bed, Jiho took a moment to catch her breath. She straightened her posture and sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling the coolness of the sheets against her skin.
The room was dimly lit by a single oil lamp, casting soft shadows on the walls. Jiho's expression was calm yet introspective as she closed her eyes slowly, letting out a deep, cleansing breath.
As she breathed in and out, her mind drifted to the events of the day—the encounters, the emotions stirred within her, and the unsettling discoveries.