THIRD PERSON POV.
Vivian lay on the cold, hard floor, her body curled in on itself. Her arms wrapped tightly around her middle as if holding herself together was the only thing keeping her from falling apart. Her tears had long since dried, but the hollow ache in her chest remained deep and unbearable.
At some point, exhaustion had pulled her into a restless sleep.
A light tap on her back stirred her awake.
Her body tensed instantly, fear gripping her. Slowly, she turned her head, her vision adjusting to the dim light.
A man stood over her, dressed in all black. His face was hidden behind a smooth, expressionless mask, his features completely unreadable.
Vivian blinked, her mind sluggish from grief and fatigue. “Who…?” Her voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper.
The man’s voic
