Lyra

As I sit up on the bed, a haze clouds my memory, making me struggle to piece together how I ended up here. Images from last night flood my mind—confrontations with my uncle, Kessler confining me to a room, and the moment he angrily dragged me to his chamber. The recollection makes me gasp, and I hurry to the mirror to check for the mark. I feel disgusted seeing it.

The intensity of Kessler's Alpha aura must have overwhelmed me, causing me to pass out. In a daze, I rush to the bathroom. I look through the mirror, and the mark on my neck haunts me. I can't escape...