Logan?
Logan!
Calling him aloud, Arabella ran towards her brother, startled by his stillness.
Logan was lying on the ground, in a pool of blood, motionless and glassy-eyed, devoid of any spark of life.
Logan!
Arabella called to him again and kept screaming at the top of her lungs as fear took over, wreaking havoc on her fragile emotions.
Terrified, she ran faster, but the more she ran the more she felt like she couldn't move and even her voice faded.
Then out of nowhere, a swirl of thick, wet mist enveloped her surroundings, catching her by surprise.
Logan!
Arabella tried again to call her brother but she couldn't see him anymore.
In front of her the wall of fog was consuming her senses, stealing her breath.
It's too late..
A male voice, with a vaguely familiar air, startled he
