Lira pushed open the hospital room door with a brusque motion, expecting to find Rian lying in bed, probably whining about his wounds or asking for something to eat.
But when the door swung fully open, the room was empty.
The bed was perfectly made, its white sheets pristine, and there was no trace of bandages or the antiseptic smell that usually lingered around a recovering patient.
The silence in the room was almost deafening, broken only by the faint buzz of a mosquito passing by her.
"Damn it!" Lira muttered through gritted teeth, clenching her fists. "I knew I should've sent a servant to keep an eye on him. That idiot never stays put…"
Her eyes scanned the room, searching for any clue of where Rian could be.
The window was closed, and nothing was out of place—no note, no forgotten item, nothing.
Just Rian's absence, mocking her from the void.
