The darkness in the small stone room was absolute, heavy, and suffocating. The only sound was the ragged, terrified breathing of Senna, who was huddled on the cold floor, and the slow, rhythmic breathing of the figure standing in the shadows.
"I died with unclosed eyes," the figure whispered.
The voice was Marissa's, but it was hollow, flat, and devoid of life. It echoed off the damp stone walls, surrounding Senna, making it impossible to tell where it came from.
"My soul cannot rest," the voice continued. "So I will hunt you forever. I will be the shadow in your corner. I will be the cold breath on your neck. I will be a vengeful spirit until you pay for your sins."
Senna screamed. It was a short, sharp sound of pure terror. She scrambled to her feet, her legs shaking so hard they could barely support her. She couldn't stay here. She couldn't be in the dark with her.
She turned and ran blindly toward the door. She reached for the handle, her fingers clawing at the wood.
