Bonnie was practicing spells at the Boarding House, her voice a steady hum in the background. You barely paid attention—until a sudden wave of dizziness hit. Your vision blurred, your chest tightened, and suddenly, you weren’t here anymore.

Flashes of pain. Screams. Blood.

“Hey.” Damon’s voice pulled at you, but it sounded distant. His frown deepened when you didn’t answer. “What’s wrong?”

Your hands trembled, gripping the chair like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. Damon’s touch on your wrist made you flinch, and something in his expression darkened.

“What the hell did you do?” he snapped at Bonnie.

Bonnie’s confusion turned to realization as she touched your shoulder—magic crackled between you. “Oh, no… I think I triggered a buried memory.”

Damon swore. “Fix it.”

“It’s not that easy.”

You barely heard them. The past had its claws in you now, pulling you under. You weren’t in the Boarding House anymore. You were there. The fear, the helplessness—it swallowed you whole.

Damon’s voice reached you, but it was muffled, like he was calling from the other side of a glass wall. His hands were on your face, firm and grounding, but they didn’t pull you back this time.

Your breathing hitched. Your vision darkened.

And then—nothing.