Kiara:
The musty scent of the room hits my nostrils as I stand before it. Doubt gnaws at me, but I have no choice—this might be my only shot at getting healed since Zane won’t give me the cure.
Taking a deep breath, I mumble a quick prayer to the moon goddess, then reach for the flashlight on the table. The weight of it feels strangely reassuring in my hand.
I step into the hallway, the flashlight beam cutting through the darkness. My fingers graze the rough concrete walls, pricking my delicate skin. Suddenly, something drops onto my shoulder. My heart skips a beat as I aim the torch upward, revealing a cluster of bats. The light startles them, and they scatter, hitting the walls erratically. I crouch, shielding myself, my pulse racing.
Eventually, I find myself in front of a door. I p
