Chapter 615

"This is better," EThan murmured. "Sleep tight. I'm right here beside you. No one can hurt you." His deep, magnetic voice lulled me into a drowsy haze. I finally drifted into sleep, but even in my dreams, I found no peace. Every time I closed my eyes, Zachary's helpless, tear-streaked face filled my mind. He was curled up in a pitch-black dungeon, his body battered and emaciated. Next to him, Madison's bloodied form reached out weakly toward me, calling out faintly, "Evelyn… help me…" In my dream, I ran toward them, desperate to hold them. But no matter how hard I tried, I always fell just short of them. I watched them plummeting into an endless abyss helplessly, and their anguished screams echoed in the distance. Then, Murphy's grotesque face appeared before me, and he laughed maniacally. "Evelyn, you deserve this! You brought this upon yourself!" "No… please, no…" I jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat. My surroundings slowly came into focus, and I realized I was in Etha