Eliane’s POV
The heavy scent of incense and smoke hung in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of old blood and damp earth. My eyes opened to a pair of tall wooden doors creaking open, and a figure emerged—a woman clad in flowing, obsidian robes that whispered against the stones as she walked.
I blinked in fear, surprised to see myself in such a place. I didn’t know how I got there, but the last thing I remembered was being shot by Kathie and then everywhere went black. I was dead, and yes I knew it, but how come I was in such a place, and who could this strange woman be? I couldn’t help but wonder.
As the strange lady moved closer to me, I felt my heart thump within me. Her hood was drawn low over her face, but her eyes shone with a fierce, calculated light.
This must be the afte
