Esme awoke on the floor near her desk, jolting up. Her body was slumped back against the wall, the cover of the book inches away from her fingertips. Her body was fine, a slight headache starting to take over. She remembered the events that led her to be left in this position. Her head tilted down towards the floor, recognizing the book she was cursed with. Her hand was drenched in a deep blood red that had dried in her fingernails, small amounts still trickling from her palm onto her fingertips, making a pool of blood surround her on the floor.