In the eastern district of the City of Saint Rose, lies the Bethlehem Psychiatric Hospital.
Elias, gazing through the bars of the iron window, looked out at the increasingly desolate street outside and sighed softly.
It had been seven days since he was transferred from the police station to this "psychiatric hospital," and yet, there was no sign of them letting him out.
Though the accommodations were decent, a large single room with good lighting, he was confined to this ward and couldn't go anywhere else...
If not for Luna and Isabella's visits every three days, he would probably go mad from boredom.
Staring at the monotonous view outside, Elias yawned wearily.
Setting aside the book on mysticism that Luna had brought to entertain him, he once again attempted to use blood magic.
His palm faintly emitted a crimson glow, but this power appeared only momentarily before abruptly extinguishing.
"Still not working..."
