Emily’s POV 

My eyes flicked open, and the first thing I saw was the white ceiling. I felt a slight pain in my head, although it’s nothing compared to how it was a while ago. The beeping sound of the machine cut through the thick silence, accompanied by the heavy scent of antiseptic lingering in the air.

I sat on the bed, groggily taking in my surroundings. I inspected myself in the mirror, bringing my hand to my cheeks. There was a white bandage on my head and the sterile white walls stared back at me.

Then I heard footsteps and the feminine voice of the figure approaching. “Miss. Emerald,...