KAIA
The cell materializes around me like a nightmare solidifying into reality.
Silver bars shimmer with dark magic that makes my skin crawl. The walls are rough stone, damp with moisture that smells like rot and old blood. A single torch burns on the far wall, casting shadows that move wrong—too fluid, too alive.
I push myself up from the floor, my arms shaking. Every muscle protests. My hands won't stop trembling. I press my palms against my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. It wasn't real. It wasn't real. It wasn't—
I drop my hands, forcing myself to focus. I need to think. Need to find a way out of here. Need to—
A scream rips through the air.
Deep. Guttural. Filled with agony so raw it makes my blood run cold.
I scramble to my feet, rushing to the bars. My hands wrap around
