Chapitre 136: Thoughts

"Fuck!" I exclaimed, my voice echoing in the empty hotel room. 

I couldn't bear to lie in bed anymore. 

Continuously staring at the ceiling seemed to have tired out my eyes, but sleep had still managed to elude me all night long.

That crazy old elven woman's words kept replaying in my head like a broken record. 

Her predictions about my death were haunting me, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that had consumed me.

I should have known better than to believe in such nonsense, but I couldn't shake off the unease I felt.

Was she insane, or was there some truth to her words? 

I tried to dismiss it as the ramblings of an old woman, but my racing heart and shallow breaths told me otherwise.

What am I supposed to make of her fortune-telling anyway? Will I die that many deaths? Impossible. I just have one life– okay, maybe two. But that's it.