Chapter 178 Not Me

• Dolton POV
• I wake with a sharp gasp, my body jerking upright as cold, damp stone presses against my palms. My head throbs, the world tilting slightly as I force my breath to steady. A thick fog rolls through the streets around me, heavy and unnatural, curling against my skin like unseen hands. The buildings lining the narrow road are warped with age, their windows shattered, doors hanging from their hinges as if they were abandoned in a hurry.
• The silence is suffocating.