"Oh, is that so?" Heena nodded smoothly, her tone perfectly conversational. "Fine. Go and let me rest."
This time, Samuel didn't grovel. He didn't play the persistent, clingy husband, nor did he beg for another moment of her time. He simply turned on his heel and walked out, closing the heavy doors quietly behind him.
The moment the latch clicked shut, the warmth entirely drained from Heena's face. Her eyes turned pitch-black, radiating a terrifying, frigid aura.
The System, floating invisibly at her side, visibly trembled at the sudden shift in temperature. '[H-Host...]' it chirped tentatively, its blue screen flickering with anxiety. '[Are you angry?]'
Heena stood up from the vanity chair, stretching her arms above her head with the fluid, lazy grace of a predator. "So, what do you think about Samuel, System?"
The blue screen paused, its processing gears turning. '[Do you want me to give you the truth, or the facts?]'
