Myra could barely hold her breath as her body was pulled into the cloudy cold water. A rush of adrenaline and horror formed in her gut as a heavy gust of wind blew them apart, and she found herself falling from the mist-filled abyss.
One moment she was in the dark basement, and the next she found herself splashing and doused in a cold lake. The darkness and freezing water were like a doubled weight on her body as she vied for safety.
It was infuriating and shameful that she didn't know how to swim, which wasn't her fault, given that she had lived in a mountain town her whole life.
As she struggled to reach the surface, her lungs aching with each attempt, Myra's eyes closed, and her consciousness began to fade. Just as bubbles formed on her lips and her vision darkened, a hand grasped he
