"Crucifix?" Meliora called out as she found herself in a dark and space, absolutely dark that she couldn't even make out herself.
Her body trembled with the thought that she was in an enclosed space where no one was there, no crucifix, no games, no new world. No new mission.
She did in fact feel like she was back to being Elena, the abandoned daughter. The one who had all the brain the world needed yet she was casted aside because of misplaced judgement.
She clutched the garment she wore only to feel that it was a white hospital gown, one she swore to herself she wouldn't wear again.
"Crucifix, I am scared..." Her voice came out as a squeak, urgent and pleading, trembling as she took steady steps forward, it was a smooth ground yet she didn't know where she was because everywhere was dark.
Her body felt itchy, she felt worse, 'Everything was going fine... So why...' A sob broke out of her lips, as she suddenly tumbled and fell flat on the floor.
