Su Mu's Inner Thoughts

Su Mu slowly sat up, her head throbbing as she tried to piece together her fragmented memories.

Her hand instinctively reached for her side, her memory still lingered around the battle against the Half-Drow Mages. 

The cold stone floor beneath her feet did little to ground her in reality as she scanned her surroundings—a dimly lit stone house, walls lined with crude wooden furniture, and unfamiliar symbols etched on the surfaces.

"Where… am I?" Su Mu muttered, her voice hoarse. She rubbed her temples, still disoriented. "The last thing I remember is... fighting. But now—"

A voice interrupted her thoughts, familiar yet out of place. "Oh, you've finally woken up. It took you quite some time." It was the Evil Spirit, the entity locked inside within her.

Su Mu blinked. That voice… She narrowed her eyes. Something was different. "Aha? What happened to you?" she asked, her tone laced with suspicion. "You sound almost... relieved I'm not dead."