35- “The dream”.
Aurora Black.
Clara stepped forward, her voice unwavering as she addressed the rogue. “We’re here to help. Let the hostages go, and we’ll talk.”
The rogue's twisted smile was the only warning before his hand lashed out, gripping her wrist. In a single, brutal motion, he yanked her inside the decrepit building. Clara's scream cut through the air, sharp and filled with terror.
I watched, paralyzed.
My heart raced, my pulse loud in my ears, but my feet wouldn’t move. I could help her—I knew I could—but the heavy weight of indifference held me back. A dark whisper echoed in my mind, This is your way out. If you don’t act, you’ll fail. You will finally be free.
Inside, Clara’s cries grew more frantic. “Let me go!” she shouted, but her voice was weakening. A violent crash
