Kyrie's POV
As I stepped out of the bathroom, a strange new awareness washed over me, my senses sharper, alive in a way they’d never been before. I could hear the soft hum of the refrigerator downstairs, the faint rustling of leaves outside, the delicate sound of the wind as it brushed against the windows. Each sound layered over the next, creating a symphony of life that seemed to pulse around me.
My vision felt enhanced too, colors more vibrant, sharper at the edges. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror and gasped. My hair, usually a warm chestnut, was streaked with shimmering silver, catching the light in a way that made it look almost metallic, like Gina’s. And my eyes—they sparkled, reflecting shades I hadn’t noticed before, deeper and more intense, as if they held an inner ligh
