"Miss, can you hear me?"
In the sterile environment of the hospital room, Sylvie slowly opened her eyes.
The harsh fluorescence overhead cast a cold glow across the room. Blinking against the bright light, she found herself lying on a clean, white bed.
Immediately, she realized where she was, and the memories of the recent events flooded back, her eyes widening with horror.
The blood that was spilled….The feeling of dread that was emanated from that masked figure….Astron's death….
Everything felt so unreal that she could only feel empty inside. The reality of the situation weighed heavily on her, and fear gripped her heart. She tried to speak, but her voice felt weak and shaky.
"I-I can hear you," she stammered, her gaze darting around the room as if searching for an escape from the haunting memories.
