Natasha's POV

I'm pacing back and forth in my small, stuffy room, feeling the walls close in around me. I'm starting to go stir-crazy, and I can feel my anxiety rising. My breath is coming in short, shallow gasps, and I can't seem to calm down. I'm starting to feel like I'm losing my grip on reality, and I'm not sure how much longer I can take this.

My chest is tight with panic, and I'm starting to feel lightheaded. I focus on my breathing, trying to count to ten in my head. But just as I'm starting to feel calmer, I hear a sound that sends my heart racing again. It's the creak of the door, and I freeze in my tracks, waiting to see who's on the other side. I hold my breath as the doorknob slowly turns, and the door creaks open.

The door opens slowly, inch by inch, until it's wide enough for a tall, dark figure to step through. I squint into the shadows, trying to make out the person's face. But all I can see is a hooded cloak, obscuring the person's features. My heart is pounding so hard that I fee