Aria’s POV
“Xavier, is that you?” I whispered, struggling to keep my eyes open. “Please, find me…”
As I strained to see through my blurry vision, the man who entered the room slowly came towards me, his figure becoming clearer. It wasn't Xavier,
“Please, help me… I would rather not die here.” I pleaded weakly, “please don’t leave me here…” I added.
As I struggled to stay conscious, the man knelt down beside me and gently touched my face.
“No, I'm not Xavier,” he said softly. “But I won't leave you here. We'll get you out of here and find Xavier, I promise.”
His words gave me a glimmer of hope, and I held on to it tightly, knowing that help was finally at hand.
I woke up the next morning with a strong headache and scanned the room with sleepy eyes. It didn't look familiar at all.
