LENA POV
The old hall was cold and empty, the kind of place where echoes lingered and shadows stretched long across the tiled floor. My footsteps clicked softly as I walked, each step a reminder of solitude. The dim light from the high windows cast a pale glow, but it was enough to guide my way.
Suddenly, a voice called out, breaking the silence and startling me. "Lena, wait!" The urgency in the voice made my heart race as I turned and saw Lucas standing at the end of the dimly lit hall. His brow furrowed with concern, his posture exuding determination.
As he made his way toward me, his piercing gaze locked with mine, sending a shiver down my spine. "Why are you dressed like that?" His voice was low but carried a commanding tone. "Are you heading somewhere?”
I bit down on my lower lip,
