Ewan rushed to the VIP suite of the hotel, his mind racing as he processed the frantic call he had just received from Aera.
As soon as Ewan entered, he was met with chaos.
Jin sat at the edge of the bed, his face pale and marked by bruises, with a few bandages covering cuts that had been treated by the doctor.
But it wasn't just his injuries that were concerning—it was the way he kept murmuring Shuri's name over and over again, like a broken record, his voice filled with a feverish intensity.
Aera, pacing anxiously, turned to Ewan with an expression of desperation mixed with anger.
"You said the spell would work! Now, look at what happened! Everyone is calling my son a rapist! You need to do something about this!" Her voice trembled, and frustration was etched across her face.
Ewan's frown deepened, irritation flickering in his eyes.
"Let me check on him first," he snapped, cutting through her rant.
He approached Jin, who continued to mutter, his eyes glazed and unfocused.
