In the same house, on the second floor, Olivia Winters was trapped in a nightmare despite the luxurious bedroom she was in. The room, adorned with elegant furnishings and soft, silken sheets, was a stark contrast to the dark and empty hallway of her dream.
In the dream, Olivia found herself in a shadowy corridor, the oppressive darkness pressing in from all sides. From the depths of the darkness, Emily emerged, walking towards her with slow, deliberate steps. Blood dripped from Emily's head, tracing a crimson path down her pale face. Her eyes were fixed on Olivia, devoid of any expression.
Olivia stumbled and fell to the ground, her heart pounding in terror. She struggled to stand but found herself backing away on the floor, desperate to distance herself from Emily. "I didn't mean to. It was an accident," Olivia pleaded, her voice trembling.
