The door creaked open, and her eyes were met with a soft humming glow that terminated from a large glass container filled with a syrupy green liquid. Inside was a little girl, tears falling from her eyes, yet her figure remained still as if she were hibernating. Priscilla reached to the glass, her hand flinging backwards as a powerful shock raced through her body.
'Are you the one who was asking for help?' Priscilla rubbed her hand, trying to understand the girl.
'H-he-lp m-e.' It called out again, no difference between each chant. But Priscilla couldn't let it go. 'Answer me! Who are you? Why are you here?'
