Emma stirred from the fog of unconsciousness, her body aching as if she'd been hit by a truck.
Her eyes fluttered open to a room that was entirely unfamiliar—a soft bed beneath her, crisp white sheets, and her bandaged hands.
An alarm pierced through her as she sat up quickly, scanning her surroundings. This wasn't a place she recognized. The room was spacious and bright, with light filtering through gently swaying curtains, casting a warm glow on a single rose resting on the nightstand.
"What am I doing here?" Emma whispered, the events of last night rushing back—the thugs at the bar, her frantic struggle, the chaotic, fragmented dreams. Her heart raced, dread clawing its way into her mind.
'No, it can't be...'
The silence was suddenly broken by the sound of water being turned off. T
