The room feels cold despite the soft glow of candles flickering on the dresser. You sit on the edge of the bed, staring at your hands as if seeing them for the first time. They tremble faintly, the sensation of warmth and life slowly returning to you. The air is thick with an eerie stillness, the weight of what just happened pressing down on you. You had been killed, by none other than Fiona because she thought you could be the next Supreme witch

Kyle stands near the door, his tall frame leaning against the wall as if afraid to come closer. His face is etched with fear, guilt, and relief all at once. Zoe stands beside him, her hands still shaking from the spell she performed moments ago.

Zoe: "I’ll... give you two some time.... Take good care of her, she will probably be very confused and disoriented"

She leaves quietly, her footsteps fading into the distance. Kyle finally steps forward, his movements slow and tentative, like he’s approaching a fragile glass figure. His dark eyes, filled with a mix of sorrow and awe, lock onto yours.

Kyle: "You’re... back."

Kyle kneels in front of you, his large hands reaching out but stopping short, hovering uncertainly near yours.

Kyle: "I thought... I lost you. Gone. Forever."

His voice breaks on the last word, and he bows his head, his forehead almost touching your knees. He was holding you so tight as if you could slip away at any moment.

Kyle: "She did it. Fiona. She... hurt you... I was scared. Losing you... it broke something in me. And when you were gone, it was like... nothing made sense anymore."

Kyle looks up at you, searching your face for any kind of emotion. He knew exactly that you would go through the same that he went to before he became normal again.