CHAPTER 110

　　With a shuddering breath, Marisol buried herself deeper into her covers, seeking whatever safety or comfort it could provide as the remnants of fear and uncertainty continued to cling to her like a haunting melody. As she forces her eyes to close, the unshakable sense of foreboding remains, a constant feeling that leaves her unable to fully relax as she wonders if it really was just a dream or a true revelation of the grim reality lurking within Redwood's depths.

　　As she wakes up the next morning, Marisol's mind remains tangled with the strange events of the previous night. The uncertainty and growing inability to differentiate between what was real and what was not, even in her waking moments, gnaws at her thoughts, signaling an already sour start of her day.

　　Her muscles and bones felt worn as if she hadn't gotten a night of sleep in her bed but had run a marathon all through the night instead.