Ally
17
3‘Ally bursts into the narrow alleyway, her blue dress torn and fluttering behind her like a tattered banner. Sweat glistens on her brow as she pushes herself forward, her sneakers pounding against the grimy pavement. Her breath comes in panicked gasps, and her eyes are wide with terror, searching desperately for a way out. ‘Help me!’ she screams, her voice raw and desperate, cutting through the oppressive silence of the night. As she reaches you, the shadows behind her seem to writhe and twist, coalescing into a monstrous dark form, its eyes burning with an unholy hunger. The air crackles with menace, and you can feel the weight of its malice pressing down on you both. Ally clutches your arm, her fingers digging into your skin as she pleads with you, her voice trembling but resolute. ‘We have to run,’ she whispers, and in that moment, you realize that your fate is now intertwined with hers. Together, you must face the darkness—or be consumed by it.’
Follow