Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 474

At the exact same time, Leo, who she had accidentally touched, was also groggily coming to.

His mental state mirrored Willow's—dizzy, disoriented, and utterly clueless as to why he was waking up in this bizarre place. Hearing Willow's voice finally anchored him a little.

He steadied himself, swallowing past the dry rasp in his throat. "It's me, Leo."

Recognizing his voice, the panic threatening to choke Willow receded slightly, though she didn't dare drop her guard. They were completely blind in an unknown environment, and fear still gripped them both.

The sealed space was terrifyingly quiet, but it was also the perfect environment for thinking.

Drawing comfort from each other's presence, they slowly reined in their racing emotions and forced themselves to logically assess the situation. Both their memories cut off abruptly right around the time they had dinner. Everything after that was a complete blank. Clearly, something had happened during that meal.

Most likely, they had been the victims of chemical incapacitation. That explained the instant blackout and the lingering vertigo.

As for who did it, they both had a silent understanding, but even if they wanted payback, they had to survive this first. The absolute priority was figuring out where they were and how to escape.

Their first instinct was to check for their phones, but their pockets were empty. Not just their phones—every single personal item had been stripped from them. It was glaringly obvious that Vivienne Sinclair hadn't left them a single lifeline. She was dead set on leaving them to rot in this desolate wasteland.

A heavy wave of despair crushed down on them both.

Before they could fully process the bleak reality, the storm outside violently intensified. The wind shrieked, driving the torrential rain, and mixed within the chaos were the eerie, bone-chilling cries of wild animals. The sounds echoed unpredictably, making the surrounding darkness feel even more sinister and terrifying.

She emphasized, "Caves are structurally complex, but if we can feel the wind, there has to be a ventilation shaft or a tunnel leading outside. We just have to find it."

Seeing her absolute calm, Leo's own anxiety ebbed. The terror gripping his heart was replaced by a steady resolve. "You got it. I'll follow your lead."

With that, the two of them found a relatively dry, sheltered corner against the rock wall and sat down quietly.

The atmosphere was thick with silence—so quiet they could hear the steady drip, drip of water falling from the stalactites.

Each drop felt incredibly heavy, a rhythmic reminder of their dire situation.