With Bawapy at my side and the thunder roaring outside, I could feel myself slipping from my soul. From my life. I could remember my past experiences, everything I did and felt. Except… something was different.. Her… I let out a final breath and something happened. I was familiar with it by now. I had died. Then I woke up in a cold dark cell. It was tiny, I could barely stand up in it. :: :: I’ve been in here for a couple of days, the one keeping me here… I know her face… *the writing gets messier and more rushed* here she comes, it’s- *a claw mark is left where a name should be. All that is left is one last letter. ‘e’. *