*Storm's POV*

I jolted awake, my heart beating thunderously in my body, beads of sweat trickling down my temples. It took me a moment to collect myself, to distinguish the boundaries of my dream from the reality that surrounded me. The remnants of the nightmare still clung to my mind, haunting and vivid.

In that dreadful scene, I stood frozen, my eyes fixed on Scott. But it wasn't the Scott I knew and loved. He held the severed head of Evelyn.

"Scott, what have you done." Fear gripped me, his laughter echoing through the dark abyss. I watched in horror as tears streamed down my face.

"Stop_" I pleaded with...