Chapter 64: The Awakening of Darkness
Stacy's breathing was ragged.
Her body ached, burned, resisted.
But she couldn't wake up.
She was still here.
Still trapped in this illusion.
Still staring at Kate.
Kate, with that smug little smirk.
Kate, with those same sharp green eyes that had once made her heart race.
Kate, who was supposed to be dead.
Stacy clenched her fists.
"This isn't real."
Kate's smirk widened.
"Then why are you shaking?"
Stacy's fingers twitched.
Because deep down—a part of her wanted to believe it.
Wanted to believe Kate was still here.
Still breathing.
Still hers.
But Kate wasn't hers.
Kate had betrayed her.
Kate had died by her hands.
And this—this wasn't her.
It was something else.
Something twisting the knife in her chest.
Stacy stepped back.
Kate followed.
Every movement was slow, deliberate.
Like a predator circling its prey.