?Chapter 311:


    Outside, the wind howled, and the rain poured down, as if the very sky was mourning with me. I curled up on my bed, my eyes dim, a dull ache settling in my chest. Why did I have such a dream? What did she mean by warning me to conceal my identity? The figure in my dream felt real, as if she genuinely existed somewhere, and I instinctively knew she meant me no harm.


    As I listened to the rain spatter against the window, I tried to calm my racing thoughts, but then I caught a faint sound outside the door—subtle, like the soft tread of footsteps.


    I held my breath, straining to listen, but the sound vanished just as quickly, leaving only the roar of the storm. It was a wet, windy night, and I tried to convince myself that the sound had been nothing more than the wind ying tricks on me. I closed my eyes, attempting to drift back to sleep, but a growing sense of unease crept over me, making my heart race. The feeling of danger pressed down on me, suffocating, leaving me gasping for air.


    Suddenly, I felt a surge of peril from my right side. Instinctively, I leaped out of bed. The moment my feet touched the floor, I saw it—a colorful snake slithering across the bed sheet. I was terrified of snakes, and a wave of goosebumps swept over me. How could there be a snake in my room? I realized with a jolt that if I hadn’t been awakened by the dream, the snake might have already struck.


    Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to stay calm. Slowly and cautiously, I moved toward the door, intent on escaping the room and finding help. My palms were sweaty as I carefully pushed the door open.


    But just as I was about to step into the hallway, a dark figure suddenly lunged at me from the doorway. A sharp pain shot through my arm as somethingtched onto it with a vise-like grip. I looked down in horror. Another snake—this one coiled tightly around my arm, its fangs sunk deep into my flesh.


    “Ah!” I screamed, frantically trying to shake off the snake, waving my arm desperately. Stumbling into the corridor, I felt like I was wading through thick mud, my strength rapidly draining. My body grew weaker with each step, and my vision began to blur.


    Finally, darkness overwhelmed me, and I copsed, unconscious, onto the floor.


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    Alice’s POV: The night was unusually still, with only the asional gust of wind and the soft patter of rain slipping through the cracks in the window, bringing a chill to the air. I was drifting in and out of sleep when suddenly, a scream pierced the silence from the room next door.


    Startled awake, I recognized the voice—it was Makenna’s. Panic surged through me. Makenna’s room was right next to mine. Something must have happened to her! Without a second thought, I threw off the quilt, jumped out of bed, and rushed to the door, flinging it open in haste. A cold wind swept through the corridor, clearing the remnants of sleep from my mind.


    But what I saw next made my heart lurch with fear. Makenna was lying motionless on the cold floor.


    “Makenna!” I shouted, sprinting over to her. I knelt down and shook her shoulders frantically. “Makenna! Makenna, what happened to you?”


    As I looked closer, I saw her face was as pale as a sheet, and her lips had taken on an unnaturally purple hue. My heart sank—had she been poisoned? How could this have happened? What had gone wrong?


    Desperately, I checked her body for any signs of what might have caused this. My gaze fell on her slender arm, where two small puncture wounds were oozing a strange ck blood. I turned my head, and there it was—a snake, coiled near the doorway of Makenna’s room.


    A cold shiver ran down my spine, and I nearly screamed, but instinct told me I needed to stay calm. Suppressing my fear, I clenched my teeth, and with all my strength, I hoisted Makenna onto my back. Carefully, trying not to disturb the snake, I stumbled out of the house. I had to get her to a doctor, and fast!


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