Raiden instinctively kept his eyes wide open, afraid to blink lest his trauma from the dark dream repeat itself and the mansion vanish from sight.
His pace resonated with his heartbeat, unable to distinguish his thrills from his fear. Still, his head kept whipping backward, keeping tabs on the others behind him.
In no time, his expression took a dark shift, and his pace began to slow as they neared the mansion. He wished the sight before him was nothing but a fluke, but the closer he got, the clearer the reality became.
The mansion lay shattered in fragments; the roof had collapsed along with all the interior, leaving only one wall standing. Raiden halted before the wreckage, his heart pounding as he panted heavily, his fingers trembling in disbelief—this was also a dead end.
"Uh… for fuck's sake," Noelle muttered behind him, her voice etched with irritation, her hands repeatedly rubbing against her throat.
