#Chapter 212: The Golden Knife

Moana

One moment, I was in the interrogation room with the police officer sitting across from me.

“Ms. Fowler?” he asked, standing from his seat with a worried look on his face. “Are you alright?”

My eyes were wide and my hands were shaking. I was standing with my back against the wall, feeling as though I couldn’t get a full breath into my lungs. The room felt as though it was closing in on me, and I felt trapped inside like an animal caught in a net.

And then, suddenly, I felt my knees buckle under me. I fell to the ground, and then everything went dark with only Edrick being the very last thing on my mind.

When I woke up, I was in a dark room. In fact, it was pitch black… But when I held my hands up in front of my face, I found that I could see my own hands perfectly. The room itself was black, like a void.

thick and heavy. There was no echo, and

after a few

voice said. I immediately recognized it as

which I didn’t hear or see anything. It felt like an eternity, but also a split second at the same time. Was I sleeping? Was this just a strange dream? It felt too long and vivid to just be a regular dream… I felt perfectly conscious, not at all like I was in a

seeing Ethan’s

passed, and I stayed in the black void. I moved around, or at least I felt like I was

I started to wonder if I was dead. If this was what it was like to be dead, I thought to myself, then it

if someone else was here with me.

as though he was loading into this new instance, like a virtual reality. His neck, then his shoulders, his arms

— even the blade itself was golden — with an ornate handle that

either side. I felt a gasp catch in

to see that he was closer now. The knife was raised, ready to stab me. When I turned around, the tip of the knife was nothing more than a mere centimeter

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