Clark POV:
I promised myself I'd never step foot in that ghost‑town again. Every gust of wind past broken windows chills me. Every silent alley whispers of something… cursed. I needed distance from it all. When Sara said she was heading back to her dorm, I took the chance to stumble my way back to my room, hoping for rest before tonight's fresher bash—or at least a quiet moment to find Lucas and demand answers.
This campus is built like a labyrinth. Every hallway branches off into another. Every door looks identical, every sign misleads. My heart beats faster with every wrong turn as if the walls themselves are out to confuse me. Corridors branch off into identical hallways. Doors look the same. Every turn makes me feel one misstep from being lost forever.
