POV: LanaThe house was quiet, but it was a quiet that pressed against my ears, amplified each sound until it became unbearable. I moved slowly through the hallway, barefoot, feeling the polished wood cool under my toes. I didn’t know why I walked this way, as if the silence itself could protect me from the past, as if by moving carefully I could prevent memories from surfacing. But the urge was instinctive, body-driven, and I followed it like a moth to a dim, flickering light.I reached the bathroom without realizing it, drawn to the mirror even though I feared what I might see. The door was half open, and I could see the faint reflection of myself before the memory struck. It was sudden, violent, involuntary. A flash, a moment of clarity, and the scent of iron filled my imagination. My chest constricted, my knees weakened. In the sink, I imagined blood, bright and shocking, running over porcelain. The color was real in my mind, but the sink was empty. I blinked, shaking, my body re
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