The clang of the iron bolt locking shut echoed inside my skull long after it stopped. It was such a simple sound metal against metal, final and cold but in that moment, it was the loudest thing in the world. Louder than my heartbeat, louder than Joan's muffled sobs, louder even than the ringing that filled my ears. The Psycho Alpha was gone. At least, that's what my eyes told me. The space he had filled, the shadow of his presence, the sharpness of his voice it wasn't here anymore. The corner of the room he had stood in so casually, tormenting us with his gaze and his thoughts, was now empty. But my body didn't believe it. My body still trembled as though he were towering over me, as though his breath still brushed against my skin, as though his cruel smile was still just inches from my face. And I my knew better. Because even when he wasn't here, he was still inside me. His inner voice lingered like smoke in my chest, poisoning the air I breathed.