Chapter 152

• The next day, the sun had long set, casting the room into the embrace of the evening A soft glow from the streetlights outside filtered through the curtains, casting faint shadows in Mr. Adrain's room. Alone with his thoughts, he sat in his favourite armchair, fatigue etched into every line of his face. The weight of the day seemed to gnaw at him, threatening to tip him over into the abyss of fatigue.
• As he sat there, a wave of dizziness washed over him, swaying his perception of reality. The edges of his vision blurred, and his surroundings seemed to spin. Mr. Adrain gripped the armrests of the chair tightly, his knuckles almost white.
• "I just need a moment," he muttered to himself, trying to regain his bearings. But the dizziness persisted, intensifying with each passing second. Panic started to well up within him, and his heart pounded in his chest.