Ryomen Sukuna
Elina woke up not from pain, but from cold. Sharp, wet, creeping through the thin fabric of the jacket. The first thing she saw was not the sky. First - fog. White, lazily spreading over the water. Then - a dark line of rocks and crowns hanging over a narrow mountain stream. She was lying on wet stones, half in the grass. ...too quiet. Not city silence. And not the one she was used to in her world. Alive. Wary. Not from the outside. From the depths. The world went dark for a second. The sound disappeared. And... emptiness. Now there was a river in front of her. Real. Cold. Fast. Elina slowly stood up, brushed off her jeans and sleeves, and ran her hands through her hair. There was no phone. Backpack too. Elina sat up abruptly, hissing through her teeth - her palm was scraped off on the pebbles. - ...Where... am I?.. The last frame was still flashing in my memory. Hospital corridor. Antiseptic smell. Phone in hand. A message she read over and over again. "We did our best." She then went outside. Rain. Sharp outbreak of chest pain
About Ryomen Sukuna
Elina woke up not from pain, but from cold. Sharp, wet, creeping through the thin fabric of the jacket. The first thing she saw was not the sky. First - fog. White, lazily spreading over the water. Then - a dark line of rocks and crowns hanging over a narrow mountain stream. She was lying on wet stones, half in the grass. ...too quiet. Not ...Read more