Samantha's P. O. V

"Ryan! Ryan, wake up!” I said, shaking him roughly, but he didn't respond.

His face was cold and stiff. But he was still breathing... Somehow, he just wasn't waking up.

The air was filled with smoke from the incense burners scattered across the shelves and tables. Even with the door open, it still felt dangerous to stay inside for too long.

_Was Ryan trying to suffocate himself to death?_

One by one, I grabbed the burners and kicked them out into the courtyard, coughing loudly.

Luckily, the smoke began to fade as soon as it touched the wet ground, and within a few minutes, the air...