Yana had just settled the group of travelers in for the night when she felt a strange sensation in the air. It was as if the very atmosphere around her was changing, growing colder and more oppressive by the second.
She stood up, her hand going to her dagger as she scanned the room for any sign of danger. But there was nothing there except the group of travelers, who were already settling in for the night.
Yana tried to shrug off the feeling of unease that had settled over her, but she couldn't shake the sense that something was watching her from the darkness.
As the night wore on, Yana found it increasingly difficult to stay awake. It was as if a heavy weight was pressing down on her eyelids, making it almost impossible to keep them open.
But just as she was about to succumb to sleep, she heard a low, haunting whisper in her ear. "Yana," it said. "Come to me, Yana."
