Vyan's breath hitched. It was unmistakable, almost like a ghostly caress that sent a shiver down his spine.
He turned to Iyana, his eyes wide with a mix of confusion and fear. "Did you hear that?"
Iyana frowned, puzzled by his sudden unease. "Hear what?"
"Someone inside just called my name," Vyan insisted, his gaze shifting towards the door of the solitary confinement cell.
Coming closer, Iyana crossed her arms, clearly skeptical. "That can't be. It's not possible to hear anything from inside there. Those walls are thick, you know? And secondly, how would this person even know your name?"
"I don't know." Vyan ran a hand through his hair, trying to make sense of it. "But I swear, I just heard someone call me Vee."
"Are you sure you didn't mishear?" Iyana asked, her tone gentler but still doubtful. "It could have been some other noise—"
"No," Vyan interrupted, his voice firm. "I clearly heard it."
