As Roseanne drifted into sleep, the darkness around her slowly transformed, shaping into the familiar yet frightening scene she had faced earlier that day. Her surroundings grew hazy, but she recognized the twisted shapes of trees, the shadowed earth, and the unnerving silence that had settled just before the rogue attack.
Roseanne found herself standing alone, vulnerable in the dense woods. Her breath came in shallow, rapid gasps as she glanced around her. Then, the rogue appeared, just as it had before. Its eyes gleamed with a fierce look, lips twisted into a snarl as it got closer. A wave of panic hit her, making her take a nervous step back., only to stumble and fall.
