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I sat on the couch in the living room, bag at my feet, and waited for my sister to arrive.
The lake outside the window was still calm. Still beautiful.
But I wasn’t looking at it anymore.
I was looking forward.
Toward answers. Toward truth. Toward a future where I wasn’t just surviving—I was living.
On my own terms.
Chapter 12
KAISEN
Iwoke up to darkness.
Not the kind of darkness you get when you close your eyes or turn off the lights. Not the soft, familiar darkness of a bedroom at night.
This was absolute. Total. The kind of darkness that pressed against your eyeballs and made you question whether you still had eyes at all.
My first thought was that I was dead.
My second thought was that death shouldn’t hurt this fucking much.
Pain radiated from my side—sharp, hot, vicious. The stab wound. The stitches pulling against skin that felt swollen and wrong. Every breath sent a fresh wave of agony through my torso, and I gasped, trying to pull in air that felt too thick, too heavy. Somewhere above me, air moved through a narrow vent. Not enough to comfort me. Just enough to remind me that Amai wanted me alive long enough to suffer.
Where the fuck was I?
I tried to move, and my hand hit something solid. Cold. Rough.
Concrete.
I reached out with my other hand—more concrete. Above me, concrete. Behind me, concrete.
Panic slammed into me like a fist to the chest.
I was in a box.
No.
Not a box.
A hole.
I scrambled upright—or tried to. My head cracked against the ceiling before I could fully stand up, and stars exploded behind my eyes. I fell back down, gasping, clutching my side where the stitches screamed in protest.
“No. No, no, no, no!”
My voice sounded wrong. Muffled. Like the darkness was swallowing the sound before it could travel more than a few inches.
I pressed my palms against the walls, feeling frantically for a seam, a crack, a way out. There had to be a way out. There was always a way out.
But there was nothing.
Just smooth, cold concrete on all sides.
I was buried.
