They say I have everything — wealth, legacy, power. 

But none of that matters when you wake up every night gasping for air, your voice not yours, your hands shaking as blood stains your sheets. 

I don’t remember when it started. Only that I’m not alone in here anymore. And then… you walked in. 

Calm. Quiet. 

Untouched by the rot in my bones. Maybe you’re here to save me. Or maybe you’ll end up like the rest. 

Either way — I can’t stop looking at you.