Delilah’s Pov

I opened my eyes slowly, blinking at the faint morning light that slipped through the broken curtain. For a moment, I didn’t even know where I was. Then it hit me, the scent of old wood, the heaviness in the air, the silence that never really felt empty. This place. This cursed, cold place.

I hadn’t slept well again. I never did. My nights were haunted by everything that had happened, the blood, the screams, the shadows that never seemed to stay still. Even when I closed my eyes, I could still feel them crawling around my thoughts.

I sat up, rubbing my face, and sighed. “Another day...