The man stretched his arms toward Esme, his movements slow and agonized, as blood began to trickle from his eyes like crimson tears.
"Why? Why don't you protect me?" His voice was a haunting echo, raw and desperate.
"Whyyy, you promised..." With each word, he took a step closer, his presence growing more oppressive. Esme's heart pounded in her chest as she watched him advance, her legs weakening beneath her. Unable to hold herself up any longer, she collapsed to the ground, trembling uncontrollably. She clutched her ears, as if trying to block out the horror before her.
"No, please stop! Don't come any closer, please..." she cried out in terror, her voice breaking. The fear consumed her, pulling her deeper into the abyss of despair.
Suddenly, another voice pierced through the darkness that surrounded her.