Nana gradually regained sensation in her hands and feet, a coldness permeating her body. With a sudden lurch, she moved forward, the dim light slowly revealing her surroundings. She found herself on her knees, a sharp pain gripping her shoulder. Glancing at her right hand, she noticed a dagger, its blade stained with blood.
The name 'Josia' was intricately etched onto the blade. This detail caught Nana's attention, and she pondered, "This must have been Mother's?" The thought lingered in her mind, a connection to her mother that felt both poignant and mysterious.
Just as she was absorbed in this thought, the sound of metal scraping against the ground reached her ears. It grew progressively louder, indicating an approaching presence. Nana looked up, her eyes straining to make out the source of the sound amidst the dim lighting.
