118 - Eskaal's wife, Clara

Alpha Eskaal sat on the sofa in his cozy living room with Clara, a steaming cup of tea cradled in his hands. He took a sip, relishing the soothing warmth that spread through him. It had been a long and tiring day, and he intentionally created the chance for Clara to play by her plans. The fragrant aroma of the tea filled the air.

As he set the cup down on the side table, a strange sensation washed over him. The room seemed to waver, the edges of his vision blurring slightly. Eskaal blinked, his brows furrowed in confusion as he tried to shake off the sudden dizziness, attributing it to fatigue.

But the dizziness persisted, and his eyelids grew heavy. Before he knew it, his head drooped, and he slumped against the sofa cushions. The cup of tea slipped from his fingers, its contents untouched, as his senses faded and darkness closed in