Florian hadn't slept all night. He was so tired, but sleep only made things worse. The nightmares wouldn't leave him alone, and each time he tried to escape them, it felt like something was keeping him trapped in his sleep.
When he was awake, at least he could fight back—push away the whispers, block out the shadows. But in his dreams, he couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't. He was trapped, lost in a world where his mind deceived him at every turn.
He kept thinking about the beach incident, remembering how he truly believed it was real when it happened. Every detail was vivid and undeniable.
In time, he realized that Riona would never do what the voice had tried to make her do in his hallucination. Still, it had felt so real that it terrified him. Even now, thinking about it sent shivers down his spine.
He could still clearly feel Riona's touch, and the anger and hatred in her eyes seemed so real.
