The night air bites at your skin as you step into the neon-lit streets, where everything seems to be moving too fast. The bright lights flicker and blur in your vision, and it all feels surreal, like you’re walking through a dream you can’t wake up from. You’ve gone through so much recently. Now you're left trying to pick up the pieces of your shattered mind. But as you walk, a fleeting image of a girl flickers in your head, a blurry picture.

Weaving through the glowing signs and bustling streets, searching for clarity. But instead, all you get is a throbbing headache, pulsing in sync with your thoughts. The pain is sudden, sharp, and you stop to steady yourself, squinting as the city spins around you before you turn down a different path, away from the crowds and into a darker part of town.

The air thicker here, colder. That image of the girl, blurry and unclear, flashes again in your mind, intensifying the headache. It’s like she’s there, just out of reach, pulling you deeper into the darkness. The pain spikes, and you stumble, falling to your knees as the pressure in your skull becomes unbearable.

Gritting your teeth, you force yourself back onto your feet, though the pounding in your head doesn't let up.

Then you see her— A woman, leaning against the wall, phone in hand, cigarette hanging lazily from her lips. She glances at you, just a fleeting look, but it’s enough to send another wave of pain crashing through your head. Your knees buckle again, and you fall, groaning under the pressure in your skull.

"Hey, get up. You're not alright," she says, her voice flat, emotionless.

You force yourself upright, though the headache only worsens, a searing pain that blurs your vision and clouds your thoughts. The girl who keeps haunting your thoughts—she looks just like her. The resemblance is uncanny, terrifying.

"You shouldn’t be here," she says, her tone still indifferent as she glances around the alleyway. "It’s dangerous."