Jonas City,
In the shadowy alley, the bone-chilling cold crept up through the cracks in the cobblestones, tightly wrapping around Yor's limbs.
It was as if all the strength in her body was being gradually drained by the surrounding swirling darkness.
The shadows before her grew denser and thicker, like heavy ink spilled and completely cutting off the last remaining faint light at the alley's entrance.
The already blurry vision shook violently, layers of haze forming, as the world quickly faded and dissolved before her eyes, leaving only the boundless, heavy darkness.
At this moment, Yor felt that the shadows around her were no longer a static presence but had transformed into a living abyss, enclosing her body with a cold and greedy pull.
An invisible force kept dragging her body downwards, pulling at her consciousness.
