ROMAN
The door had barely closed behind them when the room felt… different.
Quieter... Not just empty.
Different.
I let out a slow breath and leaned back slightly against the headboard. My arm still tingled faintly where Mr. Alexander had given me the injection. It wasn’t painful. Just warm.
I pressed my fingers lightly against the spot.
It was nothing.
Just a vaccine.
That’s what he said. I had agreed to it because I didn't want to refuse help from the only people who seemed to be concerned about me.
For some reason, I was starting to question that decision a little. Not like I actually had a choice, though.
I was feeling weird now. I tried to focus on something ordinary—the sound of footsteps fading down the corridor, the distant clatter of dishes somewhere below. Normal sounds
