The room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence. Beside her, Celine's soft breathing was the only sound steady, calm, and painfully normal, as if the world remained at peace.
But for Olivia, peace was a luxury she no longer possessed. She lay frozen, her gaze fixed on the wall.
The spot where the mark had been was now hauntingly bare. It had vanished completely, leaving no trace behind, as if it had never existed in the first place.
"This isn't right,"
she whispered in the hollow of her mind. An unnatural chill crept down her spine, turning her blood into ice.
She tried to force her eyes shut, desperate to escape the dread, but her eyelids felt heavy, as if pinned open by an invisible hand.
Creakkkkkk....
As if drawn by a sinister force, her eyes shifted toward the door. Her heart hammered against her ribs, the sound echoing in her ears like a drum.
