Lilly’s point of view.
As I slowly regained consciousness, I became aware of the uncomfortable sensation of lying on something cold and hard. My wrists and neck ached, and I struggled to find the strength to open my eyes. With a tremendous effort, I managed to pry them open, but only just. Blinking away the haze, I realized I was sprawled on a cold, unforgiving cement floor.
A sudden rush of memories flooded back, overwhelming me. I remembered the mysterious figure dressed entirely in black, their face concealed beneath a hood. My room had been bathed in an eerie, captivating white light that held me captive as I desperately called out for help from my mates.
Examining my wrists, I made a startling discovery - silver bracelets encircled them. The same cool metal adorned my neck, causing
