NOAH’S POV

I stared at the white emptiness surrounding me—an endless void stretching into nothing. The floor, the walls, the ceiling… all pure, clinical white. No furniture. No doors. No windows. No way out.

Panic crawled into my chest like a slow-moving storm.

Was I… trapped?

"Yes, babygirl," a voice purred, so close it made my skin crawl. "You're in. No outing."

I whipped around. My breath caught in my throat.

"Don’t search so hard," the voice echoed again, closer, this time. ...