At first, there was nothing. She felt stuck in a void that clung to every part if her being, restricting even the slightest twitch.

And then, there was burning.

Everything burned.

She could have sworn she was screaming, but silence was the only thing echoing in her ears.

It felt like an eternity. Invisible claws tore at her chest. Invincible strings wrapped around her wrists and her ankles, pulling relentlessly. It was as if her very being was being unraveled.

It all came to a head as the darkness sank into her veins and she felt the evil take over.

And then, she felt nothing. It was as if her very consciousness was floating.

In her state, she could only think.

She could only think of how her parents abandoned her. How they left her to die in a forest at the young age of 7. She thought of how she was forced to adapt to survive the bloodthirsty creatures who stalked the night. How to feed herself herbs and fruits that wouldn’t pound on her. To hunt the weaker creatures who scampered through the day.

She could only think of how she met her friends. How they found her as a feral teenager fighting off one of the predators that chose them for its breakfast. How they offered to take her with them so she would never have to fend for herself again.

And then she was forced to think of their betrayal. How they left her behind in the battlefield, fighting a force they had no chance against. How she laid bleeding until she was met face to face with the very being that drove away her friends.

Just when she couldn’t bear to think anymore, her vision cleared up. She still couldn’t feel anything, but she could see. She could hear.

Her friends—no, those TRAITORS—were bruised and bloodied at her feet. Her arm was raised, ready to bring death to the sorry sights. She could feel her are swing down, but she felt the gratification.

She felt that, unlike everyone else before, the evil would not abandon her.