POV: Zero (Mia)
I sat curled on the windowsill, knees pulled to my chest, watching fog drift across the treetops. A soft breeze filtered through the open pane, but I barely felt the cold. The room was quiet. Too quiet.
The night tasted wrong.
My fingers traced the moonstone bracelet on my wrist. The stone still pulsed faintly, like it remembered something my brain refused to give back. I hated the silence in my own head. It made the unknown feel louder.
A dull ache lingered behind my right eye, not sharp, just constant. My body was healing, but my mind remained splintered.
There was no mirror in the room. That had to be deliberate.
My reflection might have given me a face to connect to this fog of confusion. Or maybe they were afraid I’d recognize someone I wasn’t supposed to.
I sta
