(Please be aware that there could be disturbing depictions of murder and abuse, so it's important to read it with care.)
The System hovered near her shoulder, its glowing blue interface blinking rapidly as its processing core tried to make sense of her hostility.
Heena didn't say anything more. She just leaned her head against the velvet cushions of the carriage, looking out the small, slatted window at the passing capital streets. The absolute disgust burning in her dark eyes was impossible to ignore.
As a veteran host who had transmigrated across countless lifetimes, she had seen and done terrible things. She had manipulated villains, destroyed empires, and yes, she had beaten and tortured cheating, abusive men when the plot demanded it. But she possessed an ironclad moral code: she never, ever raised her hand against an innocent person.
