NOORIA.White.Everything is fucking white.The ceiling above me is blindingly white, smooth and sterile, with a single recessed light that hums softly like it’s mocking me. My eyelids feel heavy, glued shut, but I force them open wider. Am I dead? Is this what death looks like, an endless white room with no edges and no escape?My chest aches. My throat is dry. Something beeps steadily to my left, rhythmic and annoying. I try to turn my head, but the movement sends a dull throb through my skull. I blink again, slower this time, and the world starts to sharpen.Voices.I hear voices; soft, worried, familiar.Fi and Mikky.If I’m dead, does that mean they’re dead too? Did Valentino come for them after he shot me? The image flashes behind my eyes again — his gun pointed straight at my face, the cold click of the trigger. My stomach lurches. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to push the nightmare away, but it only makes the beeping louder.“Nooria? Hey, she’s waking up.”Fi’s voice is clos
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