Narrated

In a corner of a dark cabin sat Sofia, staring blankly at the wall while mumbling to herself. Words that are incoherent and a jumble mess. Her blood-masked fingers clawed repeatedly against the wall desperately as though reaching for something or someone.

Reed steps out of the room, glancing at her crouched frame cornered in the cabin.

“Sloane” He calls out but she doesn't respond. His gaze flicks to the visible mark with dry blood on her neck.

The urge to reach out and sink his ...