Tori
My vision swims as I blink into consciousness, the weight of whatever drugs Nico used still pressing heavily on my eyelids. A low groan escapes me, echoing back in a voice that barely sounds like mine. As the haze clears, the room sharpens into focus—a cramped cell, a narrow bed, a toilet glinting dully in the corner. A single window, barred and far out of reach, offers nothing but darkness.
It's night.
I rub my forehead, the dull throb in my skull an insistent reminder of how I ended up here. A rustle from the shadows snaps my attention across the room. Adrenaline flares, pulling me upright, ready to fight—until Alicia’s familiar form steps into the dim slice of light spilling from a narrow window in the cell door. Relief and dread collide; I came for her, but I failed, dragging
