THOMAS POV
Confusion enveloped me like a thick fog. It felt as if I were floating inside my own body, yet every movement eluded me. The darkness pressed in, and I found myself saying things I never intended—commands to the guards to capture Annabel. It perplexed me, an inner turmoil playing out in the shadows of my mind.
Rummaging through the obscurity, I called out, my voice echoing into the nothingness. "Annabel!" The emptiness responded with an eerie silence, leaving me grappling with a profound sense of isolation. Each attempt to understand my surroundings yielded only more questions.
I tried to resist the commands I seemed to be issuing, a battle within the recesses of my consciousness. Why would I instruct the guards to apprehend Annabel? The very thought went against the core of
