Bab 105: 105

The bathroom appeared red, not due to paint, but because of the crimson lights embedded within. The eerie illumination cast a scarlet hue over everything, lending the room an unsettling and foreboding atmosphere. Yet, amidst the obscurity, I grasped the purpose of the red lighting—it was a reflection of the war gradually encroaching upon the territory of the monstrous beings among whom I now dwelled.

The bath was prepared and awaiting my entry, adorned with what seemed to be fragments of rose flowers. However, I couldn't be entirely certain of their nature, as the crimson glow in the room distorted the appearance of objects within. Virtually everything appeared dark and tinged with red, even the water in the bathtub and the supposed rose petals, or whatever they might be.