Chapter 65: A Fine Gentleman

Christina stumbled her way to the shower, her mind a tangled mess of fragmented thoughts. She turned the dial, releasing a cascade of hot water that quickly soaked her hair and trickled down her fair shoulders. The glass shower cabin filled with steam, wrapping her in a hazy cocoon. As the hot water cascaded over her, the fogginess in her mind intensified, turning everything into a surreal blur. Her eyes closed and reopened, each time revealing a different memory from the previous night. "Where am I? Who am I? Why am I?" Her own voice echoed in her head, sending shivers down her spine despite the warmth of the water. But the sensation of the steamy water helped calm her, grounding her somewhat. She cupped her hands under the shower head, watching the crystal-clear water slip through her fingers, her thoughts spiraling once again. "Why am I?" she asked aloud, this time not just in memory but as a real question—a question directed at herself and at whoever or whatever had placed her bac