Tori
The sound of bullets cracking through the air jolts me awake. My chest tightens, my pulse racing before I even register why. The long, miserable sleep I’d finally succumbed to after Nico refused to tell me more about my family fades, replaced by the sharp awareness that something is happening. Something big. I sit up in the bed Nico dumped me in like a piece of unwanted furniture, ears straining.
Gunfire. The sound is unmistakable. Quick, loud pops that make the silence of this place feel even more suffocating.
For one fleeting moment, hope crashes over me, too potent to contain. Could it be them? Are they here?
I’m up and moving before I can talk myself out of it, sprinting to the window that overlooks the asylum. My eyes catch the faint flash of gunfire cutting through the
