CELINE

Where am I? Didn’t I fall asleep in the cemetery?

“Mía.”

“I’m here, but I don’t know where we are either. It looks like the inside of a dungeon. I smell something... interesting ahead of us.”

Interesting? What kind of scent was that?

I looked around, alert, and began walking through a dark corridor.

This place felt so unreal. I ran my hands along the cold stone walls, the only sounds were my breathing and the click of my boots against the ancient floor.

I didn’t know where I was going, blindly wandering through this dark labyrinth—or so I thought. In reality, something was pulling at my soul.

Was I dreaming?

The end of the corridor led to a heavy, ancient wooden door reinforced with blackened steel rivets and crossed by two thick iron bars, firmly locking it shut.

If that weren’t enough, rusted but sturdy chains wrapped around the mess of locks, holding it all together.

What the hell was behind that door? Whatever it was screamed danger, and I wasn’t about to find out.

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