KAIA

The cell materializes around me like a nightmare solidifying into reality.

Silver bars shimmer with dark magic that makes my skin crawl. The walls are rough stone, damp with moisture that smells like rot and old blood. A single torch burns on the far wall, casting shadows that move wrong—too fluid, too alive.

I push myself up from the floor, my arms shaking. Every muscle protests. My hands won't stop trembling. I press my palms against my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. It wasn't ...