KAIA'S POV
That night, while I was asleep, I had a dream. It was the strangest dream of my life, more like a nightmare.
At first, it felt like I was floating through thick fog, and I couldn't see a single thing around me. Then gradually, the fog began to clear, and I saw them. Ropes. Rows and rows of ropes hanging from high wooden beams. They swung gently, like they were waiting for someone’s neck to go through them. It didn’t look like one execution; it looked like a place where dozens of people would be hanged at once.
My heart skipped. I took a step back, turning my head, hoping to see something that would tell me where I was. But the place felt unfamiliar and wrong. Like I shouldn’t even be here. The air smelled of old wood and ash. My chest felt tight, and I swallowed hard.
Then,
