Noah walked through the halls of Ravenwood Academy, his footsteps echoing softly against the polished floors.
The afternoon light filtered in through the tall arched windows, casting golden beams on the students as they hurried past him, engrossed in their own affairs.
Laughter, snippets of conversation, the rustling of books—all of it seemed distant to him.
His mind was elsewhere, lost in the memory of his earlier conversation with Amy.
Her words lingered in his head, intertwining with his thoughts like a shadow that refused to be shaken off.
There was something about the way she had spoken—her calm yet unsettling voice, her steady gaze, and the delicate way she plucked leaves from the small potted plant in front of her as she talked.
It was as though every word she uttered carried a hidden weight, a gravity that he had only begun to grasp.
As Noah replayed the conversation in his mind, Amy's voice echoed, clear and haunting.
