The creak of the door shatters the heavy stillness of the room, snapping me out of my spiraling thoughts.
It's Eris.
She's here!
I bolt upright, like a startled weasel scrambling out of its burrow, my tail stands straight up. Every muscle in my body locks up, stiff as stone, and for a terrifying second, I swear I've forgotten how to breathe.
Calm down, Felicia. Just calm down!
I chant internally, desperate for composure. But my heart doesn't care— it jolts violently, thudding against my chest like a drumbeat gone wild.
Grasping at fraying threads of control, I force out a shaky question. "H-how is everything going?" My voice cracks, betraying the nerves I wish I could hide.
Eris leans casually against the wall, exhaling a long, weary sigh.
"Just as I thought," she says grimly. "They were members of the Crimson Order. We couldn't extract any information. Their souls have already been tampered with, and all their memories erased."
