Amber's eyelids fluttered open, but the brightness around her made her squint. A throbbing headache pulsed through her temples, like drumbeats. She tried to lift her head, but a wave of dizziness washed over her.

“..Amber, Amber?” A muffled voice called her name, gradually growing clearer.

“Amber, it's Sophia, are you alright?” Sophia's face hovered above hers, concern etched on her features.

As Amber's gaze focused, Sophia's voice became sharper, more distinct. Sophia's hands cradled her face, her touch gentle but firm. But as realization dawned on Amber – memories of the attack, Pierce's sinister grin, the hit from behind– her body tensed. Sophia's touch suddenly felt invasive.

She flinched,...