"Samuel, look, over there is the high school we once attended."
Amanda Smith whispered in his ear.
Samuel Johnson could hear her voice but was unable to speak; everything before him was an indescribable darkness. His body slowly slid down, his head gently resting on Amanda Smith's shoulder.
"Samuel?"
Amanda Smith called out several times, yet never heard Samuel Johnson's response. His head rested on her shoulder, his breathing shallow, as if he were resting.
Amanda Smith felt something warm and sticky slowly sliding down her neck, permeating the air with a heart-pounding scent.
Her entire body went cold as she gently reached out to wipe the liquid that was trickling down her neck.
Her gaze met with a dizzying red, and her whole body stiffened. In a panic, she lifted her hand to support Samuel Johnson's slumping body—but the man, like boneless, fell towards the ground as she moved him.
