RILEY’S POV
I paced the length of the dimly lit room, each step heavy with the weight of my racing thoughts. My heart pounded in my chest, its rhythm uneven and erratic, mirroring the restless energy that refused to settle within me. The stone walls felt oppressive, closing in like the hands of fate, suffocating with their cold, unyielding presence. The only sounds in the room were the echo of my own footsteps and the distant hum of voices from beyond the thick wooden door. It was a strange, hollow silence, one that pressed on my mind like a vice, amplifying every uncertainty, every nagging doubt.
I had been thrown in here without ceremony, shoved into the cell with no more than a grunt from the guards. They hadn’t bothered to explain why I was here or what would happen next. They didn’t
