Krista*When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the silence. It was too quiet. For a moment, I lay still, staring up at the unfamiliar yet strange ceiling, my mind slow and heavy, as though it had to drag itself back into consciousness piece by piece. My body felt… strange. Weak, but not in pain, just a lingering exhaustion that clung to my limbs like damp cloth.Then I shifted slightly, and that was when I saw the figure standing in the corner of the room.My breath caught in my throat. The light was dim, just a faint glow slipping through the curtains, not nearly enough to illuminate the entire room. The figure stood perfectly still, half-swallowed by shadow, their features completely hidden. Fear slammed into me so suddenly it stole the air from my lungs.My heart began to pound violently, each beat echoing in my ears as instinct took over. My body tensed, every muscle coiling, ready to fight, to run…anything.They found me, those cloaked warriors. The ones who attacked us.
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