Grace - POV
Cindy surged within me, her presence sharp and alert as I stepped out of my room and headed toward Sarah’s. The moment I reached her door, my stomach dropped—her room was a wreck. The door had been left wide open, and the chaos inside told a story of struggle. Then, I saw her. Sarah lay unconscious on the floor, her body still. I scanned the room quickly, but no one else was there. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling of an unseen presence lingering nearby.
I had no time to react before I felt a shift behind me—danger, imminent. Instinct took over. I spun around, blocking the strike aimed at me, deflecting the hand in mid-air and slamming my fist into his stomach. The figure doubled over briefly, but recovered fast, launching a blow that hit me square in the gut. Pain exploded
