CHAPTER 143

FREYA'S POV:

"Freya... Freya..."

The voice that seems a distance away summons my conscious mind back into my body and my groggy eyes slowly lift open.

It takes a moment for my blurry vision to take shape and I can finally make out exactly where I am again, and where the voice is coming from.

First off, I realize I'm in a cell room.

How do I know?

Same white walls just like before, resembling an asylum... probably designed to ensure that prisoners lose their grasp on reality ...