April's pov
I woke to a sharp, throbbing pain pulsing behind my eyes. It felt like something was pressing inward, as though my skull was too small to hold the ache. My hand instinctively reached up, and the moment my fingers brushed the sore spot on my head, I winced.
My surroundings slowly came into focus—the soft cream curtains drawn halfway over the windows, the faint scent of lavender in the air, the familiar creak of wood under the bedframe. This was my room.
But nothing felt right.
I blinked, trying to sit up. The pain flared again, dragging fragments of memory back into place like jagged pieces of glass. What had happened?
Then, like a dam breaking, it all came rushing back—fast, violent, and sickening.
I had gone up to the top floor of Blackmount Estate. My footsteps had bee
