Sleep does not come easily, even after Dylan and Xander were forced to leave, their presence still lingers like ghosts in my room. Their voices, their anger, the way their fists collided with flesh and bone—it replays in my mind like an echo I cannot silence. I press my palms against my temples, willing the memories away, but exhaustion drags me under, pulling me into a restless slumber.
Suddenly, I fell into a pool of lucid dreams, or perhaps nightmares.
At first, I believed it was another vision, the kind that comes and goes like flickering candlelight. But this is different. This is not just a glimpse of what is to come. It is a feeling—a presence that grips me suffocates me, and drags me into a reality that is both unfamiliar and terrifyingly real.
I saw myself standing in a throne
