VERA'S POV
I backed out of the room, my mind racing as I tried to process what had just happened. Empty. Completely empty. But those voices had been as clear as day. My breathing was shallow, and my hands trembled as I clutched the edges of my hoodie. I needed answers, but more than that, I needed to find Draven.
“Keep it together, Vera,” I whispered to myself, forcing my feet to move away from the creepy room. My voice was shaky, a poor attempt at self-assurance. “Just find Draven. He’ll know what to do.”
Or maybe he won't. But either way I needed to get out of here before I saw or heard anything else that I wouldn't be able to explain. Clearly there was something strange happening around here, hut since that cursed chest wasn't even here, I didn't know who or what to blame for this on
