CYRAN KAELROS POV

I curled up in bed, staring at the smooth white walls. They looked clean. Endless. Suffocating.

I hated it. Hated it so much that sometimes I thought about pulling out my eyes.

But I didn't. If I ever wanted to get out of here, I was going to need them.

I turned on my side, groaning.

God, I was so weak.

How many days had it been? Ten? Twenty? It could've been months for all I knew. Time didn't exist here—just hunger and the slow unraveling of my mind.

I let out a ...