LENA POV
Lena spun around, her heart in her throat and faced a… girl. She looked maybe nineteen.
The girl’s black hair hung in limp strands around her pale face, framing delicate features that were almost ethereal. Her gray eyes, large and haunting, stared unblinking at Lena with an intensity that made her skin prickle.
Her skin was pale, almost too pale, as if the life had been drained from it. Her lips were cracked, barely a shade darker than the rest of her skin.
Something like a thin tube snaked from her nose, the kind they put in people in hospitals, the sterile, clinical presence of it contrasting sharply with her frail, fragile appearance.
The girl stood unmoving, her small body trembling slightly, but her stare never wavered, fixed on Lena with an eerie calmness.
"Hello,
