Havana awoke to unsettling silence.
The air was warm, still, and unnervingly normal. She lay in a bed that felt too soft, the sheets far too clean for Hell.
No scorched stone.
No flames.
No chains slithering beneath her skin.
Just a dim, dusky room with furniture that looked… human.
A dull throb pounded behind her eyes, each pulse like a warning bell echoing through her skull.
Then she heard it.
A skittering.
Soft, deliberate. Moving along the edges of the room.
Click. Click-click. Scratch.
Her breath caught. Her fingers clenched the bedsheet.
She didn’t want to look. She already knew she wouldn’t like what she saw.
Still, trembling, she turned her head slowly—just enough to peek past the edge of the bed.
That’s when she saw it.
A spider.
Its body was massive, almost th
