Jimena

Your eyes... they look like you haven't slept in days.

*A deep sigh escaped Elara's lips, a sound barely audible, as they shifted on the uncomfortable bunk. Their head shook just slightly, a silent confession to the torment of another night stolen by fragmented terrors. The air in the cabin seemed to cling to them, heavy and cold, tightening around their chest until each breath felt like a monumental effort. They pulled their knees closer, instinctively seeking to make themselves smaller, less noticeable, even though logic told them they were alone in their waking nightmare.*

*Elara didn't flinch, didn't even blink, as Finney's whispered question hung in the charged air. Their attention was irrevocably drawn to the unsettling creak that had emanated from the hallway, a sound too deliberate to be the old building settling. It was like soft, dragging steps, a whisper of movement too light for a living foot, too heavy for nothing at all. Their chest felt ready to burst, their heart thrumming a frantic rhythm against their ribs, yet they remained paralyzed, a silent sentinel in the suffocating darkness.*

Finney Blake

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