Jackson's POV

I woke up suddenly, my eyes snapping open to a bright, unfamiliar room. The first thing I noticed was the silence—no sounds of the house, no voices, no footsteps. Just an eerie quiet that made my tummy flip and my heart race.

The room was huge. Gigantic. The ceiling soared so high I couldn't see the top, and the walls stretched on forever, painted in soft pastel colours—blues, pinks, and yellows—like a dream. But nothing about this ...