Lena

The room was dim, a harsh yellow light flickering weakly from a distant corner. Lena’s eyes were sharp, scanning the surroundings, trying to process everything she’d seen. Her mouth was bound tightly with a cloth, but her mind was far from silenced. The air felt thick here, like the walls were breathing, shifting around her in ways she couldn’t comprehend. She had to hold onto her sanity, no matter the strange and terrifying things that the Shimmer had unleashed.