David settled into a lotus position on the creaky floor of his shabby room, closing his eyes and letting out a slow, measured breath. The chaos of the past day churned in his mind: Winter's timid feelings for Brendah, the enigmatic King of the Night, and the cryptic connection to the Snow Devil. Each piece felt like a fragment of a grander puzzle, one he was still too blind to see clearly. As he focused, his breath slowed further, his mind slipping into an unusual state of clarity.
The room's faint noises faded, replaced by the rhythmic cadence of his heartbeat. David envisioned the faces and emotions he had encountered—the desperation in Winter's love for Brendah, her conflicted expressions, and Ced's ominous whispers about the Snow Devil. Were they all pawns in the same game? The question echoed in his mind, reverberating until all thoughts stilled. His breathing deepened, and for a moment, it felt as though he could feel the flow of energy in the air around him.
