My eyelids fluttered weakly, my vision swimming in and out of focus. The dim light above me blurred into strange shadows as I struggled to steady my breathing. Shapes slowly emerged around me, tall men dressed in black, their faces hidden behind masks, standing silently beside the bed. Blinking harder, I forced my hazy eyes across the room. A man sat casually on the sofa opposite me, completely unmasked, his gaze fixed on me with chilling amusement. I squinted, trying to make sense of the familiar features through the dizziness clouding my head. Fragments of the room began returning to me. The beige curtains, the expensive TV console, the glossy white walls. Recognition slammed into my chest. My eyes flew open completely as I jerked upright, staring at the masked men again before my gaze snapped back to the man on the sofa. My lips parted in horror. “Winston?!” I breathed, glaring at him as though I had seen a ghost rise from the dead. A slow grin stretched across his f
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