Lucas's POV The light filtered into the room, bright and unwelcome, as I tried to adjust my eyes. I blinked several times, the brightness making it hard to focus. The room around me was unfamiliar, and it made me so confused. This wasn’t my room. The bed was softer, the sheets smelled different. My room was dark, really dark. I sat up slowly, my head spinning slightly as I tried to make sense of where I was. The walls were painted a soft blue, a far cry from the dark, muted tones I was used to. There were no familiar objects, no signs that this was a place I belonged. I rubbed my eyes, hoping that maybe I was just dreaming, but the reality of the situation began to sink in. Just as I was about to get out of bed, the door opened, and Emilio walked in. He looked freshly showered, his hair damp and a towel slung over his shoulder. He smiled when he saw me awake. "Hey, you're up," he said, his voice warm. "Yeah," I replied, still feeling disoriented. "Where are we? This isn’t my
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