Kathleen's POV
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Opening my eyes with a shaky breath, I looked around myself, closing my eyes tiredly. A vision again?
Currently, I was in what looked like a dungeon that was dimly lit with flame torches.
With a shaky breath as I was having difficulty breathing in this dark basement kind of area, I walked towards where the faint sounds of people talking were coming. Wait. This doesn’t look like a vision. My visions aren’t so detailed.
I know this was one of my dreams again. It's been so long since I had the last one. Two months passed, and I thought I was relieved from the horrifying dreams. Dad once said my dreams have a deeper meaning, but I don't think it’s true.
"Did you talk to her? Is she ready to talk? Where are the rest of them hiding?"
