I feel a cold gust of wild come and suddenly it’s night, soaked hair sticking to my forehead, clinging to my neck, running black streaks scare my face. An arm clings around my black waist pulling me out of the now dead clearing, deeper in the woods were no light is visible. Rustling behind me, in front, at my sides. A howl in the distance to far from reality, I can only just make out a silhouette of my hand so close I can feel my hot breath.

“Bethany, why didn’t you save us? You could have saved as, you did this to us Bethany, you did this, You Did This You!” All around, voices all around, coming from all sides.

I look around waiting for my eyes to adjust to the darkness that engulfs me. Three sets of scarlet eyes appear crying blood.

“H-hello, i-is anyone t-there?” Shaking trying to calm myself down. “Please don’t hurt me” 

The hairs on the back of my neck and arms are on end, I don’t like this.

Where am I?

What or who is talking to me?

Where is Shadow?