When eyes finally fluttered open, the world spun in a violent blur. A heavy, rhythmic thrumming echoed deep within, like thunder rolling just beneath the surface, threatening to break at any moment. Shivering against a sudden, unexplained chill, a slow turn revealed a room that was entirely alien—cold, unfamiliar, and far from the comfort of home. Panic set in quickly. This wasn't the usual bedroom, and there was no sign of a familiar face. After rushing to the heavy wooden door, the silence was broken by frantic knocking and desperate calls for help. Eventually, the lock clicked, and the door swung wide to reveal Ally. A wave of confusion clashed with a momentary sense of relief at seeing a familiar face. However, catching a glimpse in a nearby mirror brought a new shock: the reflection showed a simple bathrobe with nothing underneath—the question of who had provided the change of clothes burned in the mind. "Why am I wearing this, Ally?" was the sharp demand, accompanied
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