Chapter 3: A Vision of Her
I slammed the door shut.
My legs nearly gave out.
This... isn't possible.
This can't be real.
What am I doing here?
Please. Someone! Wake me up.
I forced myself up, legs trembling.
Opened the door and ran.
I didn't know where.
I just ran.
Until my legs gave out.
I collapsed into the grass, eyes shutting on their own.
No matter how hard I tried to fight it, darkness took me.
In the dark, I saw her. Not clearly.
"Oliver… You have to save her! Only you can. Please!"
Her voice—soft, desperate.
But the face… I couldn't see it.
I screamed, "Her, her, her! Just tell me who she is!"
Then, I saw her.
She might be the prettiest girl I've ever seen.
Her long orange hair, glowing pale skin, bright blue eyes—piercing, but soft, smiling.
But then—Bang.
Blood splattered across her face, her chest.
I froze. My heart stopped.
"No! Please, no!" I whispered, but she couldn't hear me.
The guilt surged, but it wasn't mine. It was a voice telling me I should've stopped this. But how? I didn't even know her.
And then it faded.
It wasn't a dream. A vision.
I woke up.
Tears fell from my eyes.
A house, again?
I remembered collapsing near the village.
This wasn't the same place.
Where the hell am I?