Claire fell asleep on the table, her eyelids slowly closing, drowning in unbearable fatigue. The book in front of her was still open, the pages filled with complicated words now fading at the edge of her consciousness.
The sound from outside the cottage can faintly be heard, fading away as her eyes closed.
However, the calm did not last long.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!!" the screams of the crowd suddenly echoed in her mind.
Claire fell to the ground, the dry and gloomy atmosphere surrounded the area. Her hands and feet were shackled with heavy chains, forcing her to stagger towards the execution board.
Each step she took became heavier, as if the ground beneath her was trying to swallow her body, sucking her into the inescapable darkness.
She could feel the coldness of the iron chains on her wrists, cutting into her skin.
