#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. “Hello?” I called out. My voice felt thick and heavy. There was no echo, and no response. I called out again. This time, after a few minutes of