Once Hadleigh woke, she was in the light world with a brightly lit foggy essence above her head. The floor was like polished marble tile. Not far away was the black world. Everything was quiet.
There was a sheet of glass separating the two worlds. She stared toward the black fog swirling across the way. She peered at her reflection on the floor. As she did, she felt a dark presence looming behind her.
When she turned around, there was Lucien. He was dressed in a black three-piece suit and his dress shoes made a clacking sound against the tile. There was no urgency in his steps. This was a special occasion, apparently.
As he crouched beside her, despite her fear, she couldn't help but study him. It was strange to see him so close.
Lucien's eyes were sunken and dark circles rounded his
