Inside the wardrobe of the spare bedroom, due to the climatic conditions on the island, the sea breeze was humid. Custom-made wardrobes all had air holes to prevent the growth of mold.
The spare bedroom didn't hang any clothes, but the space was still quite narrow and cramped.
Through the little light that seeped in through the air holes, the two people inside could still see each other.
To prevent her from making noise, Dreya covered her mouth with one hand.
April was already at the end of spring, and summer was imminent; the temperature had begun to slowly rise, and in such a confined space, it inevitably felt a bit stuffy and hot.
Meanwhile, there was a significant commotion outside.
As a member of the Blood Clan, Dreya had incredible powers of perception. She never expected that Celeste's attire and her personal history would be in such stark contrast, but the rich scent of the blood could not be mistaken.
