She slumped against the door, her body trembling. The runes on the walls glowed brighter, their light filling the room with an eerie, silver luminescence. The air grew thick and heavy, pressing down on her. She could feel the magic, a cold, suffocating presence that wrapped around her like a shroud.
She was a prisoner. A captive. A prize to be kept safe until the 'danger' passed. But what danger? Who was coming for her? And why was Garamond so desperate to protect her that he would lock her away like this?
Her mind raced, trying to make sense of it all. Garamond's spies, his foreknowledge, his 'protection'. It was all a lie. A carefully constructed facade to lure her into a trap. And she had fallen for it. She had walked right into his web, blinded by his kindness and Inari's smiles.
A wave of despair washed over her. She was alone. Helpless. She had no power, no way to fight back. She was just a girl, a salarywoman from another world, caught in a game she didn't understand.
