Eris promised she would always be here to protect me.
That she would never let anything happen to me.
But… where is she now?
I am alone.
Wandering down this dark, endless path, my footsteps swallowed by the eerie hush of the night.
The air bites at my skin, cold and suffocating. I have no idea where to go, no idea what might be lurking in the shadows, hiding within the dense, whispering bushes.
The fog has thickened—so much so that even my catgirl eyes are nearly useless.
I can't see my own feet.
Everything around me has twisted into dark, shifting silhouettes, shapes that seem to breathe and move just beyond my vision.
The trees loom, their gnarled branches stretching out like skeletal hands, clawing at the sky.
The wind whistles through them—a mournful, ghostly wail that rises and falls like a chorus of banshees mourning the dead.
Every rustle of leaves.
Every snap of a twig.
Every distant caw of a crow.
Icy shivers race up my spine.
