Rose’s Point of View;
I woke up to the soft rustling of curtains, the warm morning light seeping into the room, painting golden streaks across the ceiling. My body still felt a little weak, but it was nothing compared to how I had felt the past few days. Slowly, I stretched, inhaling the crisp, fresh scent of the luxurious sheets.
Then, reality hit me. My phone. Alex had promised to bring it. The thought jolted me fully awake and a bubbling anticipation grew in my chest. I needed to call Alice. The last time I spoke to her, she sounded… off. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something about that night, about her scream, still haunted me.
A soft knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts, and before I could even answer, the door opened, and Alex stepped inside. He looked effortlessly
