Miles’s POV
Darkness.
That’s all there is—thick, suffocating, endless. I can’t see. I can’t move. My chest tightens with every breath, and the silence hums like static in my ears.
“Hello!” I call out, but my voice just echoes back at me, hollow and lonely. “What the hell is going on…” I mutter, stepping forward blindly. The void swallows every sound, every step. I lift my hand, but even that vanishes into the black. I keep moving—there’s nothing else to do.
Then—something. A flicker. A narrow ray of light cuts through the darkness ahead, and relief washes over me like a wave. My pace quickens. “Finally,” I breathe out, “light.”
But just as my fingertips stretch toward it, something clamps around my arm.
My body jolts, heart hammering as I whirl around.
A figure.
No face.
Just a bl
