You freeze up, suddenly feeling yourself seized by a crippling sense of dread. It seems to well and expand within you, and you have nowhere to go. Instead, you can only lower yourself within your cell, slowly retreating to the back of it as you try to keep your breathing quiet and fail in forcing it to slow.
Something is wrong. You don’t know what, all you know is that things feel far from all right. You try to call, but your voice barely manages to breach the confines of a whisper.
“/|\S-Stygia?? Mori?? Any...one...?/|\”
You lower yourself again, further than you thought possible as you huddle in the corner like a frightened beast. A terrible cold feels as if it rules you, causing you to shiver in the little heap that you’ve reduced yourself to as your eyes, wide and wild with fear, dart back and forth, looking for something that you’re not even sure you see.
Was there ever anything even there?
