Elera’s POV
I didn’t sleep well.
Again.
At this point, it was becoming less like an accident and more like a pattern my body had accepted without my permission. Every time I closed my eyes, something waited behind them. Not fear exactly… not in the way people usually describe it.
It felt heavier than fear.
Like pressure.
Like my mind was standing in front of a door it didn’t remember building.
And behind it—
something was waiting.
Not knocking.
Not breaking through.
Just… waiting patiently, like it knew I would open it eventually.
I sat up in bed slowly, pressing my fingers against my temple as if I could physically hold my thoughts in place.
“Get it together, Elera,” I whispered into the quiet room.
But nothing about me felt together anymore.
My apartment was still.
Too st
