Camilla's heart fluttered with a mix of nostalgia and trepidation as she navigated the ruins. Each corner held a story, and every cracked wall whispered a secret. It seemed Camilla lived in Sofia and had left behind her past, burying it beneath layers of time, but now it seemed that the ghosts of her history were resurfacing.
As she approached a crumbling building, memories flooded her mind. The walls seemed to whisper her name, carrying the echoes of her laughter and tears. Camilla's smile faded, replaced by a somber expression, as the weight of her past settled upon her shoulders. But actually, it was not her past; it was Anesthesia's memory. She could sense everything as the spirit of Anesthesia led her.
The mischievous glint in her eyes transformed into a determination to confront the shadows that lingered. The secrets she carried were burdensome, and now, during the chaos, the time had come to face them.
