Lorraine's POV
The voice echoed inside me like moonlight woven into sound, gentle, calming, ethereal.
"Lorraine" it called, soft and steady, like a lullaby made of wind and stars.
My breath caught.
Everything around me, screams, blood, chaos, vanished. The world dulled to a hush, like someone had placed a blanket over the noise. Then, my legs gave out beneath me.
I wasn't unconscious. I was aware, so painfully aware, but I couldn't move. My limbs felt distant and heavy, as if my body no longer belonged to me. All I could do was lie there, staring at the ceiling of the auditorium as the scent of burnt flesh and spilled blood clung to the air.
