Victoria's POV
Where exactly is safe?
Not school. Definitely not the boarding house. Not until school was over and people came back.
I decided to kill time by walking around, blending in as best as I could. If I kept moving, maybe I wouldn’t feel so exposed. Maybe whatever was watching me wouldn’t follow.
I walked for what felt like hours, but the town was... eerie. Too quiet. Too empty. The occasional person I passed barely glanced at me, their expressions blank, almost robotic. I half-expected one of them to snap their head toward me, eyes black as coal, whispering my name in that slow, distorted way horror movies love.
Yeah. I needed to stop thinking like that.
Eventually, I stumbled across a library.
A big, old, gothic type of building—the kind with towering windows and intrica
