As Ryan's gaze shifted back to Mrs. Sonya, he noticed a change in her demeanor that he hadn't picked up on earlier. Her usually composed and eloquent presence seemed slightly off-kilter, her smile more relaxed and her eyes a bit unfocused. Concern flickered through him as he took a closer look at the table, realizing for the first time the number of empty glasses that lay before her. It became evident that, amidst their conversation and his own deep contemplation, Mrs. Sonya had consumed a significant amount of wine, more than he had noticed. "Mrs. Sonya, I think maybe we should call it a night," Ryan suggested gently, his voice laced with concern. "It's been a long day, and you've had quite a bit to drink. I can help you get back to your room." His offer was met with a light-hearted protest. Carefully, he assisted Mrs. Sonya to her feet, ensuring she was steady before they began to make their way out of the top-floor lounge. Ryan gently took the glass cup from Mrs. Sonya's hand

“Bitch, I’ll fucking kill you!” Mr. Chansey screamed as he touched his scalded face. He was so furious he started pouncing on Sonya. Her quick reflexes allowed her to deliver a swift but deadly kick to Mr. Chansey’s crotch. “Argh!” he cried out in pain immediately and started rolling on the floor with his hands over his bruised member, his face turning a darker shade of purple by the second. “You disgust me!” she spat before turning around to leave the room. This caused her to bump into Ryan, who had been eavesdropping by the door the whole time. “What are you doing here?” she asked angrily. “Nothing, I was just making sure you were doing okay in there,” he replied while shrugging his shoulders. His eyes instantly perked up at the sight of Mr. Chansey, who was writhing in pain on the floor. It was a good thing that she’d managed to mess him up, because if he’d stepped in, he’d surely make sure that Mr. Chansey won’t be using his hands ever again for the remainder of his life.

“Bitch, I’ll fucking kill you!” Mr. Chansey screamed as he touched his scalded face. He was so furious he started pouncing on Sonya. Her quick reflexes allowed her to deliver a swift but deadly kick to Mr. Chansey’s crotch. “Argh!” he cried out in pain immediately and started rolling on the floor with his hands over his bruised member, his face turning a darker shade of purple by the second. “You disgust me!” she spat before turning around to leave the room. This caused her to bump into Ryan, who had been eavesdropping by the door the whole time. “What are you doing here?” she asked angrily. “Nothing, I was just making sure you were doing okay in there,” he replied while shrugging his shoulders. His eyes instantly perked up at the sight of Mr. Chansey, who was writhing in pain on the floor. It was a good thing that she’d managed to mess him up, because if he’d stepped in, he’d surely make sure that Mr. Chansey won’t be using his hands ever again for the remainder of his life.

“Bitch, I’ll fucking kill you!” Mr. Chansey screamed as he touched his scalded face. He was so furious he started pouncing on Sonya. Her quick reflexes allowed her to deliver a swift but deadly kick to Mr. Chansey’s crotch. “Argh!” he cried out in pain immediately and started rolling on the floor with his hands over his bruised member, his face turning a darker shade of purple by the second. “You disgust me!” she spat before turning around to leave the room. This caused her to bump into Ryan, who had been eavesdropping by the door the whole time. “What are you doing here?” she asked angrily. “Nothing, I was just making sure you were doing okay in there,” he replied while shrugging his shoulders. His eyes instantly perked up at the sight of Mr. Chansey, who was writhing in pain on the floor. It was a good thing that she’d managed to mess him up, because if he’d stepped in, he’d surely make sure that Mr. Chansey won’t be using his hands ever again for the remainder of hi

The walk to the ward was tense, each step heavy with anticipation and the burden of the unknown. Upon entering the ward, the nurse left them alone, closing the door softly behind her. Ryan approached the little girl's bedside with a reverence, as if stepping into a sacred space. Mrs. Sonya watched him, her heart caught between hope and fear. The little girl lay pale and still. Ryan stood over her, his gaze intense as he observed her condition. Then, almost reverently, he fumbled with his ring. His fingers delicately manipulated the ring, activating it with a concentration that seemed to draw upon his very will. Closing his eyes, Ryan focused on the little girl. [Scan skill activated] The familiar tone that only he could hear rang in his head. Mrs. Sonya rushed beside her daughter and held her little hands, her eyes had a glint of hope. Ryan focused on the healing energy he believed he could channel, Ryan closed his eyes and concentrated deeply. The room fell into a