Chapter 86

Surveying my surroundings, I found myself engulfed in an atmosphere devoid of warmth or comfort. There was a profound lack of anything visually engaging—no paintings adorning the walls, no intricate details to captivate the eye. The room echoed with a desolate emptiness, mirroring the icy void that defined Clyde's presence and the hollowness within his heart.

As I stood in the center of this cold and barren space, it became apparent that whoever had occupied it last had left not too long ago. The faint traces of their recent departure lingered, leaving behind an unsettling silence that enveloped me like a heavy shroud.

In an attempt to break the monotony of the room, I cast a glance at the mirror. What stared back at me was a reflection that mirrored the desolation of my surroundings. I looked no better than a beggar, the weariness etched into every contour of my face.

The remnants of yesterday's fight clung to my clothes—dirty, torn, and a stark testament to the turmoil that had unfo