I blinked, my eyes open, taking in the dimly lit room. My body ached as I tried to adjust to my surroundings. As my vision cleared, I saw Atlas leaning over me, his shirtless torso glistening with sweat.
"Are you fine?" he asked, concern etched on his face.
"I...I think so," I mumbled, sitting up slowly. "What happened?"
"Ever since Louis woke me up, something has felt off," Atlas confessed, his voice strained. "I can't quite put my finger on it."
"Could it be connected to Annie's call for help?" I suggested, recalling the conversation from earlier.
Atlas winced at the mention of her name. "Annie and I were...intimate in the past," he admitted, pain lacing his words. "But that's not important right now. We need to focus on her plea for help."
Before I could respond, the door creaked
