Third Person POV
The heavy doors burst open with a sound that echoed down the empty hall—it was sharp, loud, and alive, like the world itself had just been startled awake.
A woman stepped through.
Her laughter followed—the kind that didn’t sound right in a place like this. It was bright, almost musical, but beneath it was something sharp, something wrong. It bounced off the marble walls and danced through the air like smoke.
“Wakey, wakey,” she said, her voice sing-song and playful. “It’s time, everyone.”
Her heels clicked against the floor as she walked further inside. The corridor stretched endlessly before her—cold, gray, and covered in dust that sparkled faintly under the dim light. The air smelled of old stone and forgotten secrets.
To anyone else, it would’ve seemed like an emp
