Third Person P.O.V.
The night air was thick with humidity, silence pressed against Caleb’s chest like a weight he couldn't shake. He sat alone on the edge of the balcony outside his temporary suite at The Golden Emporium. The lights of the city twinkled far off in the distance, uncaring and indifferent, much like the people he'd once trusted.
His phone buzzed against the glass table beside him. He glanced at it, half-expecting another dead notification, another nothing. But this one wasn't nothing.
It was Veronica.
His breath hitched. For a moment, he just stared at the screen, as if it might vanish if he blinked. But it didn’t. Her name glowed there, taunting him with all its cruelty.
“The potion. It's ready. Let’s meet.”
He blinked. Then again. He even checked if it was a hallucina
