(Juriel)
The world was hazy and blurry. My eyelids fluttered open slowly, reluctant to reveal the bright room that I had been in for who knows how long, and I was hanging from the ceiling. At first, I couldn't quite tell if I was truly awake or still caught in the remnants of the dream I had - an echo of something I couldn’t quite grasp. I was clearly still under the effects of the chloroform. My senses were dulled, the air thick and heavy around me, carrying a faint, warm scent that seemed oddly comforting despite the pain that still gnawed at my body.
Slowly, my vision cleared. The room was brightly lit, shadows dancing along the stone walls like silent spectators. I blinked a few times, trying to focus, and then I saw him - Malik’s face.
My breath hitched. For a moment, I thought I w
