Startled, Scarlett looked up, her vision still red and blurred, uncertain if she was hearing things. She recognized the voice but dared not assume, not when she was barely holding on to her sanity.
Her gaze focused on a young man standing nearby. He had messy, burnt-brown curls, sharp green eyes, and an athletic build. He wore a white shirt and blue trousers, an oddly normal outfit in this world of chaos. She knew him immediately. Garvin, her boss from work.
"G-Ghost!" Garvin cried, fear lacing his voice and widening his eyes as he took an unsteady step back.
Scarlett frowned, uncertain whether to laugh or reassure him. Her crimson eyes flickered, and she felt the tingling sensation as her flesh, once ripped and bloody from monstrous attacks, began to regenerate. In seconds, her skin returned to its unblemished, smooth state, and her eyes shifted back to their normal, dark pupils.
