Leona’s POV
It started with the dreams.
They were unlike any I’d ever had before—vivid, unsettling, and, most disturbingly, familiar. I would wake in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, my heart pounding as if I had just lived through something terrifying. My breath came in ragged gasps, and for a moment, I would be lost, unsure of where I was, until the mansion’s walls came into focus around me.
It wasn’t just the feeling of déjà vu that unsettled me. It was the overwhelming sense that these dreams were trying to tell me something—something important. In these dreams, I was not just a spectator. I was a participant. I wandered through darkened halls, the air thick with secrets, my footsteps echoing in the silence. I’d pass rooms I didn’t recognize, but somehow, they felt like p
