In the depths of unconsciousness, Raika found herself standing in a dark, desolate landscape. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the ground beneath her feet was cold and lifeless. Shadows flickered at the edges of her vision, and an eerie silence pressed down on her like a weight.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness—a figure that filled her with both dread and sorrow. It was Dr. Gaxa, her father. But he was not the man she remembered. His once strong and kind form was now twisted and decaying. His skin hung in tattered pieces, revealing rotting flesh beneath. His eyes, once filled with warmth, were now hollow and vacant, yet they still bore into her with a haunting intensity.
"Raika..." His voice was a guttural rasp, barely recognizable. He stretched out his right arm, his hand trembling as it reached toward her. "Why...did you not save me?"
