With a flicker as swift as a lightning strike, the sinister visage of the little girl vanished before Yves's bewildered gaze.
His heart seized in his chest as he sucked in a sharp breath, only to find himself engulfed in a chilling twist of fate.
The world around him melted away like mist, leaving him ensnared within the confines of a haunting mirror maze.
Each reflective surface whispered echoes of his darkest memories, the echoes of the moment he ended Rayven's life, haunting him like vengeful specters in the night.
As his breath quickened and his heartbeat thundered in his ears, Yves felt the icy grip of confusion tighten around him, sending cold shivers coursing down his spine and beads of sweat trickling down his temples.
Before long, his frantic search led him to the same bloodied knife he used to fight Rayven, lying ominously at his feet.
