The sound of running water echoed softly through the small tiled room, bouncing off the clean, polished walls and smooth marble floor.
The air was cool, carrying a faint, pleasant scent of myrrh that lingered like perfume. Haze stood there, shoulders relaxed, his silver-white hair falling in uneven strands over his eyes.
For a moment, he didn't think about anything. He simply let the sound wash over him, the rhythm of the water calming him in a quiet, ordinary way that felt strangely rare down here.
He let out a long sigh, the kind that carried more than just air. It carried relief, pure and simple relief. He hadn't realized how much tension he'd been holding until it started to fade, leaving his chest lighter and his head a little clearer.
The room around him gleamed softly in the underworld's pale light, the gold accents on the marble counters glinting faintly.
