The Beginning Of A Nightmare

NINE YEARS LATER.

He shivered violently in the biting chill of the unforgiving night, though it wasn't solely the icy wind that wracked his frame. No, it was the fear clawing at his core, threatening to rend him apart with its merciless grip, that truly set him trembling and whimpering like a wounded creature.

He remained motionless, anchored to the earth as if by some invisible force, his knees submerged in the crimson waters rising around him. The rain had begun its descent, swiftly pooling on the ground, tinted with a disturbing hue of red that seemed to seep into every corner of his consciousness.

His knees sank deeper into the scarlet tide, a morbid testament to the torrents of blood spilled upon the earth. In the face of such carnage, panic surged within him, threatening to overwhelm his dwindling grasp on reason.

He couldn't stop it.

He couldn't stop her.