MIA'S POV
The moment we stepped into the corridor, I knew this place was different.
The air felt heavier.
Colder.
Not just because of the stone walls or the lack of light—but something else. Something deeper that settled under my skin the further they dragged me along.
I didn’t fight.
Not because I couldn’t.
But because I needed to see where they were taking me.
We moved down a narrow staircase, the sound of our steps echoing faintly against the walls. The deeper we went, the quieter everything became. No voices. No movement. Just that same suffocating silence.
My grip tightened slightly against the guard’s arm.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked.
No answer.
Of course.
At the bottom of the stairs, a single door stood ahead.
Different from the others.
Stronger.
Heavier.
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