LUCAS POV
I was running on empty.
The whole morning was a blur—me, darting around like some kind of trapped animal, searching for a way out, for any crack in this nightmare. Every time I turned a corner, the walls got higher, the doors slammed harder. But now, here I was again, with no choice but to return. No other option but to face the terror I was running from.
The lady's words echoed in my head. She'd survived—barely. But I knew what she meant now. She said life outside Memoville was worse than inside the walls of that nightmare university. That outside, it wasn't just the monsters you had to worry about—it was everything. It was the very air, thick with danger, with things far worse than the vampires and werewolves we had to live with here. The thought of it made my skin crawl, but in the end, she had been right. The university, with all its terror, was still the safest place in this twisted hellhole.
So I'd go back, if only to survive a little longer.
