Maya's eyes fluttered open, the darkness pressing in around her. She lay there, trying to piece together the fragments of her dream. Something about a clock tower, shadows moving...
The room was silent, the only sound her own breathing. She tossed off the covers, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.
The chill of the floorboards seeped into her feet as she stood. She reached for the lamp, flooding the room with warm light.
Her eyes scanned the space, taking in the familiar chaos of her bedroom. Posters on the walls, clothes strewn across the floor...
Wait.
A piece of paper on her desk caught her eye. A note, scrawled in red ink:
"They're watching. Trust no one. -A"
Maya's heart skipped a beat. What did it mean?
She glanced around the room, a shiver running down her spine. Who was A? And who was watching?
Suddenly, the night seemed a little darker...