Lana slowly released his hand, her gaze sharpening as she stepped back. Quinn's expression went blank again, his body moving on its own as he followed the others out.
The mansion fell deathly quiet.
The silence was so profound it felt oppressive, enough to unsettle anyone. Lana stood alone, unmoving, the realization settling deep in her chest.
'This is a dream…'
Her fingers curled slowly into her palm.
"And someone is controlling it."
The moment those words left her lips, a sharp burst of laughter echoed through the farmhouse, hollow and grating, as though it scraped directly against her nerves.
"So smart," the voice mocked, amusement dripping from every syllable.
Lana stiffened, her breath catching. The air around her felt colder, carrying a faint musty smell, like damp wood left untouched for years. Her gaze darted around the dim space, shadows stretching unnaturally along the walls.
"Who are you?" she demanded, her voice steady despite the chill creeping up her spine.
