Two hours later.
Felicia was checking each of the cabins inside the ghost ship. Each door would give her a different experience.
Books covered in blood that helped her create intricate stories in her mind, broken letters that told of someone's love toward his lover, shattered mirrors that once served beauty-obsessed ladies… Every room contained fun details that led to boundless imaginations.
There were no people in the illusion. Yet Felicia found the stories she created to be quite convincing and perfect.
Next, she arrived at a pure-black door.
The room behind the door was just as black. Felicia entered the room and soon found herself wandering in chaos—the room was no more. There were no longer walls, ceilings, or directions.
She kept floating ahead, and suddenly, she sensed that her soul was shaking.
