ALESSA'S POV

I woke up early again and didn’t bother ringing any bells or stressing anyone. Day two in this big, cold house, and everything still felt… foreign. Unfamiliar walls. Unwelcoming silence.

Cooking with Chef Hilda and talking to Disha had been my only comfort yesterday, but it was too early to wake Disha now.

So, I slipped out of bed, packed my hair letting tendrils fall, and tiptoed through the hallways, the silence broken only by the gentle hum of the fridge and the soft ...