Before Jenny could react, Lana gently pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Jenny instinctively stepped aside. Once inside, Lana slowly looked around the room.
Her eyes gradually darkened. There wasn't even a proper bed.
In one corner stood an old wooden chest.
On the ground lay a pile of dry wheat stalks arranged crudely to serve as a sleeping place.
There were no rugs. No proper blanket. No furniture.
The cold concrete floor was exposed, and the damp air made the room feel even more miserable.
It looked less like a bedroom and more like a storage space meant for animals.
Lana slowly turned around.
Jenny had already closed the door behind her and stood there nervously, watching Lana with guarded eyes.
Lana looked directly at her.
"What exactly are you so afraid of?"
Her voice was calm but sharp.
"What is it that makes you too scared to even raise your voice against your own grandfather?"
Jenny lowered her gaze. Her fingers trembled slightly.
