Clara's POV
I woke up choking, gasping for air. Cold water streamed down my hair and skin as I coughed violently, my lungs burning.
When I finally caught my breath, I froze.
I was back in my prison cell.
What…? Just moments ago, I was drowning—again. How was I still alive?
My mind spun. I thought of the first time I drowned and somehow lived. Of seeing Ciel… and the woman who looked exactly like me. Of drowning again and waking up here, still breathing.
None of it made sense.
Footsteps echoed in the distance. My body tensed.
The man in the black cloak stepped into the dim light.
"Oh, my… look at you," he said with a twisted smile. "Still alive."
His maniacal laughter scraped against my ears, and something inside me snapped.
"You bastard! You drowned me!" I shouted, forcing myself to stand. I gripped the bars hard enough for my knuckles to ache. "Why are you doing this?!"
He didn't answer right away—only laughed again before resting his hands casually against the bars.
