Chapter 134

• In the dead of the night, Marisol finds herself wandering through an unfamiliar wing of the packhouse, the corridors dimly lit and lined with old, dusty decorations hanging on the walls. Dust danced in the air, casting eerie shadows on the worn-out walls. The atmosphere was different from the pristine sections of the pack house that she'd slowly begun to grow used to. Intrigued yet unsettled, she ventures deeper into the unexplored territory, guided only by the pale moonlight seeping through a few cracked windows.
• As she meanders down the corridor, the soft echoes of growls and whimpers reach her ears. Marisol’s heart quickens in its pace, her breath growing labored. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, a chilling sensation creeping along her skin. The sounds felt all too familiar, eerily similar to the ones that left her gasping for air and waking up drenched in her own sweat, her heart thudding violently against her chest.
• Uncertainty clouded her thoughts, caught between making the sane choice of retreating or the curious one of pressing on. The surrounding air is heavy, the darkness unending. This scene also looked scarily similar to the start of her nightmares, which obviously does not spell good for her.