Adrian
She's here.
For a moment, I wondered if it was just another illusion, a trick my desperate mind played to show me the person I missed most.
It felt like another nightmare, built to break me from the inside out. Still, this was different. I felt different.
The space bends around her. The psychic field reacts, not dictates. My fractured mind reaches toward her, offering no resistance.
"Elena," I couldn't help but whisper to myself. It comes out barely audible.
But she hears me. I see it in the smallest shift of her eyes.
She was not showing fear or doubt while speaking with Tiffany; they were in an opposite, also transparent chamber. Her deep certainty steadied the chaos in my mind, waving away the lingering echoes of forced visions, the invasive hands that tried to rewrite me; now they fully recoil, as if pushed back by her presence alone.
Tiffany's voice cuts through the moment. I could hear her voice across the intercom in my own chamber.
