Freya's Pov
This white nothing had turned into my own personal jail cell.
I’d been drifting, or walking, who even knows what counts as moving in a place like this, for what felt like forever. Looking for doors that weren’t there. Yelling into emptiness that never yelled back.
Then the memories started popping up like uninvited guests. Little snippets from those five years at school.
Me scribbling notes in a huge lecture hall.
Me trudging across campus in the pouring rain, hood up, soaked.
Me hunched over textbooks in my tiny dorm room at 2 a.m.
Me fake laughing at some party I didn’t even want to be at.
And in every single one of them, something dark was just… hanging around. Always in the corner of my eye. Watching. Patient. Creepy as hell.
I kept trying to stare it down, fig
