บท 138: March To the West

Adam stood before the door as he hesitated to take the next step. He stared at the polished wood, tracing the lines and patterns with his eyes as though seeking solace in the familiar surface. His heart raced, and his mind churned with indecision.

It wasn't the door itself that held him in its grip; it was the uncertainty of what lay behind it. He had come to this point, his purpose clear, but now he needed to gather the courage to proceed.

In his mind, he rehearsed the words he would say, the sound of Kisara's name on his lips echoing through his thoughts. He knew he couldn't stand there forever, and he took a deep breath to steady himself.

Finally, with a hesitant but purposeful movement, he raised his hand to the door. His knuckles brushed against the wood, and he took a moment to steady his trembling hand.

But before he could actually knock on the door itself, it was opened from the inside.