My eyes fluttered open, the dim light of what looked like an abandoned pack house filtering through the cracked windows. The air was thick with dust and the remnants of a time long past. As I tried to gather my senses, a figure loomed above me, casting a long shadow that sent a chill down my spine.
“Welcome back to the world, Lila,” the figure said, his voice low and menacing.
As my vision cleared, I recognized the man standing before me. He was tall, with a dark fur coat and an intensity in his gaze that set her on edge. “Who are you?” I whispered, my heart racing as the realization hit me, I know this man.
The man's lips curled into a smirk, the kind that revealed more malice than kindness. “You’re finally awake. I must say, it’s a pleasure to see you, my dear niece. You can call me
