FALLON
The morning light filters through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow on the empty room. It’s too quiet, unsettlingly so. My wrist feels lighter, and I glance down to find they left and didn’t handcuff me, which means they mustn’t be far. For a moment, the absence of cold metal against my skin is more jarring than its presence ever was.
Hesitantly, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, the silk sheets whispering across my skin as I sit up. The air is stagnant as if the house itself is holding its breath, waiting for something to break the silence.
I slide off the bed, my bare feet touching the cold floor. The chill sends a shiver up my spine, and I wrap my arms around myself. Why would they leave me unshackled? What game is this?
I approach the door cautiously, half-expe
