Leona’s POV
It was as if the pieces of a puzzle I didn’t even know I had been trying to solve had suddenly fallen into place. The dreams I had been having—strange, vivid, and fragmented—began to stitch themselves together into something more cohesive, more real. Every night, I returned to the mansion in my sleep, walking through its halls, feeling its oppressive weight on my shoulders. The walls seemed to whisper, the floors groaned with secrets that no one dared to acknowledge. But in those dreams, I wasn’t just a visitor. I was someone who had belonged there long before I even knew its name.
The more I let myself sink into the visions, the clearer it became. I had been here before. I had lived in this house before, though not in the way I had imagined. This house—the mansion—wasn’t jus
