The centipede flew on its own to a certain direction, but Sheva was in no mood to find out what was there, she just dragged Crow and jumped down the train.
Or so she had thought, but the fall from the train never happened, as she found herself in a never ending abyss with no end in sight.
"She is a great illusionist." Sheva recalls ready to fight back. But her mind suddenly turned groggy, coming close to sleeping, which was a moment when a sound came in her ear. "It doesn't seem she wants…" But before my words can end, a hand reached out in the dark and made a clawing motion toward Sheva's head.
"You are here." Said a quiet voice, dragging the chaos of thoughts of out of Sheva's mind. "I knew, you were involved in all of this somehow." With those words, Sheva suddenly find herself back in the trolley, her centipede still dancing in the air, wondering if it should kill me or not.
