*Raylee*
Torren leads me down a narrow corridor, the wooden floors creaking softly beneath our feet. The atmosphere is warm and inviting, but a part of me is still tangled in the remnants of my past… my old life, the one that felt like a cage.
I glance at the walls adorned with colorful tapestries and childish paintings of smiling faces, a stark contrast to the cold, sterile environment I once knew. I can’t help but wonder if I ever really belonged there… I like this place.
“This is your room… out room,” Torren says, stopping in front of a door at the end of the hall. He pushes it open gently, revealing a cozy space adorned with soft linens and a large window that lets in the golden afternoon light. I step inside, my heart racing with a rush of excitement. It feels like a sanctuary, a p
