Cassandra’s POV
The vase cracked against his head with a sickening sound.
Seven’s body dropped instantly, limp on the floor.
My chest heaved as I stared down at him, the vase still clutched in my shaking hands. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn't think. Then instinct kicked in.
Run.
I jumped over his unconscious body and bolted out of the room. My bare feet slapped against the cold floor as I tore down the hall. The place was dim and I could barely see.
I was in like some hallway and there were multiple rooms. The place seemed as though it was an old mansion that was left for a long time to rot. I began to rush around the rooms, opening and closing each door, looking for a room with a good enough window for me to escape from.
I was slowly losing hope till I closed one of th
