Pandora's POV

My head pounded, and I blinked hard, trying to make sense of the unfamiliar surroundings. I was lying on a cold, hard surface, the dim light casting jagged shadows across the room.

My body felt sluggish as if I had been drugged. I tried to sit up, but dizziness overtook me, so I had to settle for propping myself up on one elbow.

Suddenly, I heard a soft but cruel laugh, and my heart stopped. Turning slowly, my eyes landed on the figure in the corner, seated calmly in a high-backed chair.

Ms. Edna. The last person I expected to see, and yet there she was, staring at...