[ Even though the scream had long past, somehow Lydia felt like she could still hear it, like a pulsing heartbeat in her head. It's what keeps her walking, keeps her feet trekking through the woods despite the obvious signs that say this isn't where she should go, that this isn't where anyone should go. But this isn't new. Her feet have always taken her to the peak of supernatural dangers. Only, what usually drew her close was death β
Lydia hears the wincing sound of a voice, prompting her to spin and pace a bit further past narrow trees. The woman's back is turned, long blond hair covering her face, and Lydia watches for a moment, head tilting with caution.
Could this have been her? Had it been a woman who'd cried out earlier? She can't even remember anymore. ] Are you alright?
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Lydia hears the wincing sound of a voice, prompting her to spin and pace a bit further past narrow trees. The woman's back is turned, long blond hair covering her face, and Lydia watches for a moment, head tilting with caution.
Could this have been her? Had it been a woman who'd cried out earlier? She can't even remember anymore. ] Are you alright?