H.I.S. 110

SCARLET

My chest heaved as I struggled to find words, but all that came out was a choked sob. The shadows wrapped tighter, their cold touch sinking into my skin. I looked up at them, their faces pale under the light of the rising Blood Moon.

"I… I don't know," I stammered, tears streaming down my cheeks. "It just started. I can't stop it."

My mother whispered, gripping my father's arm. "We have to do something!"

He stepped forward cautiously, his face a mask of determination. "Scarlet, listen to me. You have to fight this. Whatever is happening you need to take control."

"Take control?" I repeated, my voice cracking. "I don't even know what this is! How am I supposed to control it?"

The shadows pulsed, as if mocking my uncertainty. They grew darker, denser, their movements more erratic. It felt like they were alive, feeding off my fear and confusion.