Before her, a dense fog had spread without her noticing, making it hard to breathe.
Charlotte Thompson looked around, but found no other traces.
A sense of unease filled Charlotte Thompson's heart, almost subconsciously, she wanted to step back.
However, just as Charlotte Thompson looked up again, she seemed to catch a figure through the dense fog.
Driven by curiosity, Charlotte Thompson stepped towards the figure, and the surrounding fog seemed to have its own will, gradually dissipating as she approached the silhouette.
It was like finding a lifesaving straw in a desperate situation, Charlotte Thompson almost excitedly walked towards the figure, her joy becoming more evident on her face.
Not knowing how long she had walked, she was finally able to see the figure clearly.
"Who are you?"
Charlotte Thompson slowly reached out to tap this person's shoulder, but hesitated in mid-air just before touching it.
Because a strong sense of familiarity instantly flooded her mind.
