The next morning, Jonathan got a feeling that someone was staring at him. Unconsciously, he woke up. His eyes widened in disbelief as he saw Talia seated in front of him, her smirk cutting through the air like a dagger. His initial shock transformed into a mixture of anger and frustration. How could she invade his personal space like this?
"Talia?! What the hell, are you real?! Why are you here? And how did you manage to come into my room?!" Jonathan demanded, his tone a mix of anger and confusion.
Talia merely chuckled, her laughter resonating like a haunting melody. "Oh, Jonathan, darling, I'm as real as it gets. Surprised to see me?" she taunted, her eyes glinting with amusement.
He clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. "This is insane! You can't just barge into my room like this!"
