Chapter 72

Mia's Pov

When I finally regained consciousness, the world around me was a blur of shadows and dim light. My head throbbed, and the air felt thick, heavy with an oppressive energy that seeped into my bones. Panic set in as I realized I couldn't move. My wrists and ankles were bound, the rough material digging into my skin as I struggled against it. The more I fought, the more it seemed to tighten, constricting my movements until I was forced to stop, gasping for breath.

The room was cold, unfamiliar. The walls were made of dark stone, slick with moisture, and a single flickering torch cast eerie, dancing shadows across the floor. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me, a sickening sense of déjà vu. I'd been here before—or somewhere like this. The memories were hazy, fragmented, but they lurked just beneath the surface, taunting me with the sense that I was trapped in a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.

No, no, no, I thought, desperately trying to clear my head. I had to get out of here