FLASHBACK THREEE NIGHTS BEFORE
Nevaeh’s heart raced as she stumbled down the dimly lit corridor, her eyes darting in panic. The cruel twist of fate had dragged her back to the place where her past nightmares came to life. The cold, unforgiving stone walls seemed to close in around her, their oppressive presence suffocating. She collided with a familiar face, her eldest brother Vincent, who was about to go back to his room. He caught her in his arms, his eyes widening with concern as he took in her terrified expression.
“Rose? What’s wrong?” Vincent’s voice was a gentle roar amidst her cries. His grip tightened protectively, but his concern was evident.
Nevaeh gasped for breath, her voice barely coherent as she stammered, “It’s him… it’s him, Vince. X-Xavin… he’s back. He’s the one who—”
