The Weight of Secrets

Darkness swallowed Evelyne whole.

A suffocating void pressed against her, thick and unrelenting. There was no floor beneath her feet, no walls to steady herself—only an abyss stretching infinitely in all directions.

She gasped, but no sound left her lips.

Panic flared in her chest.

Where was she?

She had been in the library with Lyria—reading, searching for answers. And then… it appeared. That figure cloaked in shadows, with eyes like silver fire.

And now she was… here.

Wherever here was.

Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. The air—if it even was air—was thick, pressing in from all sides. Time felt frozen. Had she been here for seconds? Minutes? Hours?

Then—

A whisper.

Soft, almost gentle.

"You were warned."

Evelyne spun, but there was nothing. No figure, no source of the voice. Only the endless void.

She clenched her fists. "Who are you? What do you want?"

Silence.

Then—