Cyril
My eyes flickered open, adjusting to the dim light that seeped through cracks in the ceiling. The cold, musty air clung to my skin, making me shiver involuntarily.
For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. The events of earlier—the note, the drive home, the strange presence trailing me—they all felt unreal now, suspended in a haze of confusion and fear.
But then I felt it—the rough rope biting into my wrists, the tight cords around my ankles. My chest tightened. My breathing quickened.
I was still bound.
Panic threatened to overtake me, but I forced myself to stay calm. Think, Cyril. Think.
I scanned the room. Shadows pooled in the corners, and the walls seemed to close in like they were breathing, alive and intent on keeping me trapped. The only light came from a narrow slit ne
