The world remained silent.
Logan felt as though he had been submerged into an ocean, his consciousness drowning gradually as time passed.
Just as he was about to grasp Evelyn's hand, she mouthed a few words.
"Live on for me… Logan…"
Her words barely carried through, but Logan could trace their shape from the slow movement of her lips.
"Evelyn?"
He called out, but her figure bled at the edges and slipped away.
"EVELYN!!!"
The shout tore raw from Logan's throat. With a gasp he was jolted awake, the wind cutting sharp against his face.
The first thing his eyes found was sky.
"Is this… the afterlife?" Logan muttered, though recalling the afterlife from his previous life, he understood that this wasn't it.
"Whe—"
"You shouldn't be moving in your condition." A light, feminine voice drifted over…
Logan struggled to turn, his body protesting with every movement, until his eyes finally locked onto her.
She was pure sin wrapped in danger.
