บท 4: A Name Tatto

"Li Na! ...Li Na?" A gentle, worrisome voice floated beside her ear, pulling her back from the depths of unconsciousness. The sound felt both familiar and foreign, like a distant echo in a dream. Li Na squirmed, as if caught between two worlds, her head pounding like a drum, the earlier pain returning with a vengeance.

"Li Na!" Elder Li called out again, her voice filled with an urgency that cut through the fog in Li Na's mind.

What the f**? Who is Li Na?* The voice was persistent, almost pestering, and it annoyed her, pulling her from the safety of her haze.

"Hm, Li Na," the old lady continued, her tone softer yet filled with hope.

This time, the name resonated within her, buzzing like a whisper in her mind. Li Na. The realization struck her—could that name actually belong to her?

This can't be hell! It's impossible!