Brinley's POV
Every time I try to open my eyes, the more the illumination that I seek fades away. My consciousness of the real world could not be obtained as I prodded myself to sink deep, deeper into my subconscious. It is not my intention to fall into the depths of my despair as I try to holler my way back to the light. Each gripe I make seemed to be useless, so I looked around, and to my disappointment, I was stuck amidst nothingness.
There was nothing else I could do but try to endure the menace that this world is making. This is not the reality, I reminded myself. I don't know what was currently happening, all I know is that I'd have to survive long enough to get out of this havoc— a great disguise to a dream I never seem to have asked for and liked.
Grunts of shadows emerged from my sight. I did not care if I was being abducted. All I wanted was to get loose from the dimension I was just in.
But then it hit me. Am I being held by an enemy?
