Chapter Fifty Four
- First Person's Perspective -
~Marcus's Perspective~
I woke up to an unfamiliar lightness in my head, as if my thoughts were floating somewhere just beyond my reach. My limbs felt heavy as I sat up, squinting at the dim light streaming through my curtains. My room looked normal—everything in its place—but something was off.
I couldn’t remember falling asleep.
Rubbing my temples, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, a wave of dizziness washing over me. The events of the previous day swirled in my head like a distant echo. Something gnawed at me, a faint memory tugging at the edges of my mind, but I couldn’t pin it down.
As I opened my bedroom door and stepped into the hallway, the scent of coffee and tension hit me. The house felt unusually quiet,
