In Laina's mind, she was in a dark space shrouded in mist. She could barely see anything in front of her. Laina felt an ominous presence surrounding her, a sense of dread.
Laina tripped and fell to the ground with a thud. She gripped her heart, feeling immense pain. When she looked down at her hand, all she saw was blood. Laina tried to speak, call for help, but nothing came out from her lips.
There was only blood. Laina looked around her, hoping there would be someone or something to help her. No matter how hard she tried, she could not get up. Her legs were numb.
Laina looked up. Her eyes widened in shock as a familiar silhouette formed before he eyes.
"Dante? Dante!" she called out his name as she tried to catch up to him.
Laina stretched out her hand as she used all the strength in every fiber of her being to move forward. But he never turned back or answered her call.
