Slowly, the dark-haired woman approached, a kind and gentle smile gracing her face. Her eyes seemed to recognize me, even though I had never seen her before in my life. I remained on my knees, gripping my throat in a desperate attempt to breathe.
As she neared, she reached out and placed her hand on my face, and I felt a wave of calm wash over me, making it easier to breathe. Yet, despite her comforting presence, I still couldn't move or speak. I was trapped in this unsettling moment, caught between fear and a strange sense of familiarity. The room around us pulsed with energy, but her gentle smile offered me a comfort.
On the other side, Elenore still held the doctor's neck, her expression intense as she spoke in languages I couldn't comprehend. The words flowed like a torrent, filled with urgency and power.
