Danielle's POV
The world slowly came back into focus, my senses sharpening with an intensity that felt otherworldly. I found myself in the same dark, luxurious room where the shadows played hide-and-seek. Yet, everything was different. Every detail was crystal clear – every dust particle, every hue in the room was enhanced to an almost surreal level.
A strange sensation lingered within me, a delicate balance between an unquenchable thirst and a nagging nausea. As my gaze wandered, it fixated on the armchair near the window. Damian sat there, an enigmatic figure, silently observing the world beyond."Ah, Danielle, my dear," Damian spoke, turning his attention to me. A chilling smile played on his lips, his tone a melodic blend of charm and menace. "I'm delighted to see you awake." I tried
