บท 232: Nana’s exorcism

Meanwhile somewhere deep in the forest, spread out were a myriad of thatched houses, villagers clad in flowing white and black fabric garments bustled about, going about their daily routines. The air buzzed with the hum of activity as people tended to their chores, children played in the dusty streets, and the aroma of cooking wafted through the air.

However, inside one of the modest huts, a young woman sat alone, cocooned in her own world of anguish. She huddled in a fetal position, her body tense with distress, as she rocked back and forth with a rhythmic motion. Her jaws were clenched tightly, betraying the inner turmoil raging within her.