The voice persisted, low and insidious.
"You're a prisoner here, Liz. Lucian has no need for you now. You're just another meal in his ever-expanding larder."
Liz staggered back, her eyes wide with fear. The voice felt almost tangible, its presence wrapping around her thoughts like a dark shroud. She tried to clear her mind, shaking her head as though to dislodge the disembodied whisper.
"No," she said out loud, trying to muster her courage. "This can't be real. It's just a trick. Who are you?"
The voice was momentarily silent, leaving Liz to grapple with her own racing thoughts. The silence only heightened her dread. The words echoed through her mind, relentless and mocking.
"You know who I am. You've heard my voice before. You're nothing more than a pawn in Lucian's game, and soon, you'll be forgotten."
