Yuna POV
The world around me was hazy, blurred at the edges, like smoke curling in from some unseen fire. My limbs were heavy, pinned by exhaustion and the weight of whatever they'd injected into me.
But even under sedation, I wasn't safe. Again and again, the same scenes clawed their way through my unconscious mind.
The sickening glint of blood under the moonlight, the twisted sneer on the masks on Sydney's faces.
I jolted awake, drenched in sweat, my chest rising and falling like I had just run a marathon.
Please don't get up. You need to rest.
A sharp voice came from my side. I turned slowly. A nurse stood over me, her features taut, her brows furrowed in thinly veiled irritation.
She didn't wait for me to respond. Her fingers jabbed against my shoulder, forcing me back into the
