Lina froze. It felt like roots grew from the ground, keeping her in place. Lights flashed before her eyes, enough to cause a seizure and have her foaming at the mouth.
Strange images flooded her mind. Leather bound wrists and ankles, metal helmets, white rooms, and terrifying screams.
Unable to compose herself, Lina opened and closed her mouth, frantic of the blinding flashes. Paparazzi took pictures one after the other, until all she could see was white.
"Miss Yang, look this way!"
"Miss Yang, are you and Everett Leclare official?"
"Is this a date?"
Questions after the other were hollered at Lina. Lina trembled, her breathing caught in her throat, and her mind went blank. She couldn't even think, much less blink and react.
Lina felt like she was caught in the middle of a terrifying storm, and the world was closing in on her.
"Please, gentlemen, some privacy," Everett said, shielding her from the light.
