I couldn't wait until morning, the realization that every victim believed they were doing the right thing kept circling in my head, making sleep impossible. I needed answers, needed to understand what was happening before more people died thinking they were saving themselves or their families.
I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes, forcing the transition into the in-between space. The grey mist formed around me faster than usual, responding to the urgency I felt. My consciousness pulled away from my physical body and I found myself standing in that familiar liminal area where reality became fluid.
The space felt different tonight. Not wrong exactly, but charged somehow, like the air before a storm. I looked around, searching for any sign of what might be causing the deaths, half-expect
