Elena's P.O.V
As I regained consciousness, the first thing I noticed was the suffocating darkness that enveloped me. My surroundings felt oppressively tight, like the air itself was conspiring against my attempts to draw breath. Panic set in as I realized I couldn't move; my limbs were heavy, unresponsive. I tried to call out, but the eerie silence swallowed my words.
The cold, damp chill clung to my skin, and the unmistakable scent of decay lingered in the air. My mind raced to make sense of the situation, but all I could discern was the unsettling feeling of déjà vu. It didn't take long for the memories to flood back—Vincent's relentless questioning, my stubborn refusal to provide answers and then asking Chloe to be my secret messenger but all in vain.
