As Paige's gaze fell upon the hand, her mind raced with horror and disbelief. She felt like she was in a nightmare, unable to move or speak. The hand was motionless, the fingers curled in a gentle curve, as if beckoning her closer.
With a jolt, Paige snapped out of her trance. She rushed towards the wreckage, her heart pounding in her chest. "Kayden! Oh my god, Kayden!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls.
The audience was in chaos, people screaming and running towards the exits. But Paige didn't notice. She was solely focused on the hand, on the person attached to it.
She reached the wreckage and fell to her knees, her hands trembling as she reached out to touch the hand. It was cold and still, and Paige's heart sank. "No, no, no," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Suddenly, the hand twitched, and Paige's heart leapt with hope. "Kayden!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with emotion. "Kayden, please!"
