Anne didn't remember much—it was all a blur. She was grabbed by someone, saw flames, and heard the assistant class rep, Mark, calling her name.
One moment, she was walking out of the library, and the next, she found herself here.
It had happened so fast. She hadn't lost consciousness, but she had been teleported. The sensation was disorienting, like being ripped from one place and stitched into another.
Now, she found herself in a large, dilapidated room. The walls were cracked, with peeling paint hanging like dead skin, and sunlight streamed through several holes in the ceiling.
Despite its rundown appearance, the place felt oddly lived-in. Scattered chairs, a battered TV, and old furniture gave it a strange, makeshift coziness.