Absolutely — I’ll keep the same first-person narration, tension, and supernatural/time-loop mystery, while making the sentences fuller and more natural.“No,” I said, low and final.Sophia stared at me as though I had just said something completely unreasonable. “No? Draven, look at your arm. That is not something we can simply put ice on and hope it disappears.”“I know.”“Then why are you refusing?”“Because I cannot afford to have anyone else involved in this.”Elyndra’s eyes narrowed. “You are already involved with us, whether you like it or not.”I glanced at her, but she did not look away.“The moment you brought Sophia here, you involved her. The moment you told me about Haland, you involved me. And now you are sitting in my office bleeding through your clothes while insisting that you do not need a hospital. So forgive me if I do not understand your logic.”I clenched my jaw and looked down at my arm.The wound had worsened considerably since the last time I checked it, with d

The silver gate to the biggest penthouse in the neighborhood slowly slid opened as Elyndra pulled into the Draven’s the compound. Three familiar cars were packed by the side, each taking their own spot like they knew it belonged to the. Of course she knew whose car it was. She found a spot in the garage to pack her car and switched off the ignition of her car. She stepped out dressed in a floral gown, hair styled permed with a red Zara heels to match her red shades. She grabbed her Hermes bad and entered the lobby of the house. “Good day ma’am,” the security men at the door bowed slightly and parted the way of the elevator for her. “Hello guys, how’re y’all doing? Enjoying the holiday?” She asked, removing her glasses. The men smiled, eyes widened in shock. “W-We are fine ma.” One of them replied.Elyndra noticed their surprised gaze, but she ignored it. She was used to turning heads, so this was nothing. “Alright, take care of yourselves.” She said and went towards the elevato

“Slow down a little.”I groaned as I walked with the help of two security guards. Every step felt even more intense. My right arm crossed over one of their shoulders as they aided me.Old, withered flesh from my skin fell to the floor like dead leaves. My eyes followed it as they rested gently on the granite ground.Both Elyndra and Sophia eyes followed the falling flesh with their eyes. There was a faint expression on their faces, although they both tried to hide it.My stomach turned, the remaining flesh around my skin knitting itself together, keeping me from completely dying.“Um… Don't worry, we'll get to my house soon enough.”Elyndra assured me with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. I had no reason to refuse. With a simple nod, we continued walking."Huh?"Elyndra and the group looked at the sky. Little drops of water had begun to drizzle. I could have sworn the sky was a bit brighter just a minute ago, but I had other things that took my attention. “What's going on?"

It was already getting late.After everything that had happened, Elyndra decided it would be better for Sophia to stay the night instead of going home alone.She showed Sophia to one of the spare rooms before returning downstairs.Meanwhile, I remained on the couch.The atmosphere was a bit gloomy, and everyone was feeling sleepy. I pondered about tomorrow and what it would bring. My body had been healed, but I could still feel the weakness in my body.Even though the pain was gone, I still felt exhausted.“Draven, you need to eat something.”Elyndra placed a plate of food in front of me.“I’m not really hungry.”“You still have to eat," She said firmly.I sighed before picking up the fork.“Alright.”"Oops."I said, watching the spoon fall to the ground."I can—""Don't bother, I'll feed you."Elyndra said with a giggle before picking up the spoon.Sophia eventually joined us after settling into her room.The three of us ate dinner together, though the atmosphere was far from norma

I sat at my desk and stared at the documents in front of me. The room was quiet. There was no one here. I wondered how Sophia was doing, but knowing her, I was sure she was doing fine. And I needed to play my part. There were several stock movement records on my desk. Taking a proper look at them, everything looked normal. The dates were there. The quantities were there. The locations were there. Nothing seemed unusual. I picked up another document and began reading through it. Several minutes passed. Then another. And another. Everything seemed to be in order. I leaned back slightly. Chewing the tip of my pen. “Nothing.” What could I be missing? I picked up the next document. Still nothing. I continued going through the records, comparing the information from one document to another. Most of them were normal. The stock had been moved from one warehouse to another, and the receiving locations matched the records. Everything was exactly how it was supposed to be.