Chapter 102

Cecilia A dim red glow lit the hallway as we moved deeper into the so-called spiritual advisor's office suite. The lighting was clearly intentional—just eerie enough to make you question your surroundings, but not enough to trip over your own feet. Alpha Sebastian's voice cut through the rising tension like a knife. “Keep it down,” he said sharply, his tone leaving no room for argument. The corridor stretched ahead, lined with odd decor—crystals, hanging beads, and abstract art that looked like it came straight from a new age gift shop. Shadows shifted strangely under the crimson light, but it all felt… staged. The scent in the air was some kind of incense—probably sandalwood or patchouli—thick and cloying. It didn't smell spiritual. It smelled like someone trying really hard to create a mood. Whether this Madam Amber actually had any talent or not, one thing was clear: she knew how to sell an experience. At the end of the hallway, we turned a corner and came face-to-face with a set of