On the second floor of Boss Cat Restaurant, Talia's room.
The natural light of the early morning spilled down from the glass skylight, lingering on the wooden beams and bookshelves, intertwining with the faint wood scent and the bedroom fragrance from the wardrobe, emitting a green leafy rich aroma, mixed with the elegant and fresh scent of rum, yet not overly sweet.
The atmosphere in the room seemed to be split in half: one side was a mix of soft cream, light orange, and beige colors weaving warmth and comfort, while the other was a blend of Talia's rage and Lanci's nervousness that culminated in fear and unease.
"You…"
Talia's body was tense, with the blade in her hand reflecting the sunlight pouring in from the skylight, shimmering brightly. In her golden pupils, besides the burning rage, there was utter chaos.
Lanci had been driven to where there was no retreat, backed against the wall. His hands were slightly raised, signaling a gesture of pleading and helplessness.