An endless expanse of darkness stretched into every direction, and in the middle of it all stood a young woman with long, white hair and heterochromatic eyes.
The silence around her was so profound that it felt like a physical weight pressing down on her shoulders. The void was unsettling, not because of what she could see, but for what she couldn't.
It was an emptiness that resonated with a cold whisper, promising loneliness and suffering.
"W- Where am I," she whispered as a shiver ran through her back. Her eyes were haunted as memories of her time in London started coming back. This darkness felt just like her time locked up in the study back in London, a room that had been thoroughly permeated with Emily's darkness.
She tried to move but found out she couldn't, which only enhanced her past trauma.
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