Maria.
I walked out of Damien's room with a strange, lingering unease crawling beneath my skin. Paranoia clung to me like a shadow, refusing to loosen its grip no matter how hard I tried to shake it off.
The door clicked shut behind me, the sound echoing faintly down the empty hallway, and for a brief second, I hesitated, almost as if something unseen was watching, waiting.
The Quadruplets.
Just the thought of them made my jaw tighten. Their attitudes, their constant need to assert control, the way they spoke as though everyone else existed beneath them, it was all becoming too much. Annoying didn't even begin to describe it anymore. It was suffocating.
And the worst part?
I was stuck here.
For now.
