Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. The second hand of the wall clock echoed through the dark room.
After what felt like an eternity, Lumian finally shook off his nightmare.
He hastily reached over, gripping Aurore's shoulders and shaking her vigorously.
"Wake up! Wake up!"
He stifled his voice, careful not to alert the three official investigators on night duty.
Aurore's eyes remained tightly shut, her mouth slightly agape. No matter how much Lumian shook her, she didn't respond. She appeared like a living corpse, devoid of a soul.
Lumian's shaking gradually slowed, then ceased altogether.
He gazed at the sleeping Aurore, frozen in place for a long while.
He couldn't comprehend what was happening or when the issue had begun. The fear he felt mirrored the night he'd witnessed his grandfather's death.
From that day on, he'd embarked on his nomadic existence.
