ISABELLA
The walls were too quiet.
Too clean.
Too white, like the kind of sterile silence you'd find in an asylum, where sanity hung by a thread and nobody spoke unless they were being dissected.
My head throbbed where it had slammed against the floor earlier, and dried blood clung to my scalp like a cruel reminder. I was almost going crazy seeing this side of Lorenzobis making me ask myself if it was worth it.
The lock clicked again once, then twice.
No one came in.
Just the sound, echoing through the hollow air like a taunt.
I curled my knees to my chest on the cold bed, bare toes digging into the edge of the thin mattress, arms wrapped around myself like I could keep the pieces of me from falling apart.
Where did I go wrong?
What part of this t game had I underestimated? The part where I thought I could still save someone like Lorenzo? Or the part where I thought he wouldn't find out?
