I sprint to my room, heart pounding, and slam the door shut, quickly turning the lock. Tremors ripple through me as fear tightens its grip, followed by a nauseating wave that sends me darting to the bathroom. The sight replays in my mind, tormenting me relentlessly. Collapsed on the bathroom floor, I'm a tangle of limbs, unable to escape the terror that grips me. Then, amidst the chaos, a gentle rap on the door breaks through. "Victoria, please, open the door," Ace's voice reaches me, soft yet urgent. I remain silent, but his persistence persists, and soon the lock clicks open.
Ace's presence fills the room, his eyes immediately finding me curled up in distress. Without a word, he gathers me into his arms, offering solace in his embrace. Fear and anguish pour out in silent sobs as he hold
