LUNA’S POV
The office was quiet that night. Too quiet.
I sat at my desk, scrolling through reports, when a mug of coffee appeared beside me.
“Courtesy of the break room,” a coworker said with a quick smile before hurrying off.
“Thanks,” I muttered, wrapping my hands around it.
The moment the steam hit my nose, I froze. It smelled bitter—normal for coffee—but there was something off. Metallic. Strange.
I hesitated. Paranoia. You’re just paranoid after last night.
Shoving the thought aside, I took a small sip.
I felt a sharp, burning taste hit the back of my throat and my stomach flipped violently. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead and I felt like I may pass out any second.
I spit it out into the trash, coughing. “What the hell…”
My vision blurred slowly and I felt like the roo
