In a dark room lit only by the cold blue glow of several monitors, Gweneth sat frozen. Her eyes were wide, unblinking, fixed on the screen that played scenes so filthy and revolting they made her stomach twist.
Her thoughts drifted back to a few days earlier, before this chaos began.
At first, Gweneth ignored the messages her mother sent because she was busy investigating the theft of her Time Tower Ticket, an item far too important for her to set aside. The incident at her guild forced her to cancel her leave and return to work, making her skip the family dinner her mother had planned.
It wasn't until the next day that she opened her phone. A barrage of messages from her mother filled the screen, and their contents made her blood freeze. The texts were long, frantic, and grew increasingly desperate the further she scrolled.
