Emma's POV
The air was thick, and suffocating, smoke billowed in twisting plumes, obscuring the bright afternoon sun. Emma stumbled through the chaos, her breaths shallow and ragged as acrid fumes filled her lungs.
Her heartbeat thundered in her chest, a frantic drumbeat that matched the disharmonious sounds of screams and sirens echoing in the distance.
"Help!"
A voice cried out, distant yet piercing, cutting through the chaos.
Emma turned, her hands trembling, the voice seemed familiar, tugging at the edges of her memory, but the swirling haze made it impossible to see.
The ground beneath her feet was uneven, littered with shards of glass, chunks of debris, and the scorched remains of what once were lives.
"Emma!"
The voice called her name again and this time, it was sharper and
