Third-person POV
Seraphina took a slow, steady breath as Irina pushed open the door to Electra's bedroom.
The door creaked softly, the sound echoing in a way that made the space beyond feel untouched and frozen in time. The room hadn't been used in weeks, long enough for the air inside to feel still, like it had been holding its breath, waiting for its owner to return. As they stepped inside one after the other, Electra included, Seraphina felt a strange tightness in her chest. This room had always been Electra's, not just a place she slept, but a place that carried her presence in every corner.
Irina was the first to speak. "Do you feel anything?" she asked gently, glancing at Electra. "You've stayed in this room more than anywhere else for the past ten years. If anything can bring back your memories, it should be this place."
