Groans filled the air as Alice and Joshua slowly regained consciousness. Their heads pounded, their bodies sore.
Alice blinked, trying to focus. The room around her was unfamiliar—dimly lit, old furniture, a faint chill in the air.
"Good, you're finally awake," a voice muttered.
She turned her head and saw Adam leaning against the window, rubbing his temples. His expression was one of pure exhaustion.
"Paparazzi everywhere," he sighed. "Can't even get a moment to myself anymore."
Joshua sat up, groggy and confused. "Where… are we?"
"My home," Adam said simply, pushing off the windowsill. "The place I was born and raised with my siblings. Things got messy last night, so I brought you two along when I left."
Alice scanned the room again. There was something heavy in the air—not just dust, but memories. The walls seemed to whisper stories of the past.
Adam disappeared into the kitchen and returned a moment later, tossing a plate of food onto the small wooden table.
"Eat."
