The fall wasn’t long, but it felt like drowning in a nightmare. Noa dropped into pitch black, air slicing past his face, the walls of the shaft so close he swore he could hear them breathe. Then impact. His body slammed against concrete, knees cracking, shoulder taking the brunt of the blow. He groaned, breath hitching, pain flaring across every inch of his skin.

Silence swallowed him whole.

The trapdoor above slammed shut.

Gone.

No more Alessio. No Ivy. No goddamn light.

Just Eve.

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