Haliya awoke to a parched throat, her head swirling like a tempest. Gasping for breath, she struggled to rise from her bed.
As the sun ascended, a sense of tranquility enveloped the world outside. The waves whispered softly while a gentle breeze danced through the air. It was a day so serene that one could scarcely believe a raging storm had greeted them only hours ago.
Aware of Haliya's condition, Xavier asked Wendy to rouse her from slumber. Though complying, Wendy couldn't help but roll her eyes and mutter about the task at hand. "That girl..." she scoffed, making her way toward Haliya's room.
But as Wendy burst into the room, she was jolted by a shocking sight. There lay Haliya on the bed, gnawing at her own hands, drinking deeply from her self-inflicted wounds. Her teeth sank into
