As I slowly opened my eyes, I couldn't quite make out where I was. The room was dark, and the air felt thick with tension. As my vision slowly cleared, I saw the silhouette of a figure standing in front of me.
My voice quivered with fear as I asked, "Who are you?" I hastily got up from the cold, hard floor.
The figure stepped closer, and I saw the features of my cousin, Caesar. His eyes were dark, and his face was twisted in anger.
"Caesar, what are you doing? Where am I? Where’s Charlie?!"
"You ask so many questions, Dahlia," he just said.
"Where am I, Caesar? And what am I doing here?" I asked again, keeping my voice firm.
"You know why you’re here," he spat out, his voice low and menacing.
I found myself lost in a haze of confusion. What did he mean? And why was he holding me cap
