Chapter 45: Between Two Worlds
Bayo stirred to the muted symphony of life beyond his door - hushed voices and the staccato of footsteps. Saturday had arrived, and with it, a gnawing desire to reconnect with his... acquaintances? Friends? The labels felt uncertain, yet they were his lifeline in the labyrinth of Aroni's trials.
His thoughts drifted to Amina, her image materializing in his mind. The way her eyes sought answers he couldn't provide, the unspoken questions that hung between them. Bayo's fingers unconsciously traced the outline of his birthmark, a habit that had intensified since his supernatural encounters began.
"Èsù's handiwork," he muttered, a mixture of frustration and resignation coloring his voice. The trickster deity's interference was as clear as the Yoruba accent that thickened his words. "Who'd waste their affection on a cynical wretch like me?"