#Chapter 212: The Golden Knife

Moana

One moment, I was in the interrogation room with the police officer sitting across from me.

“Ms. Fowler?” he asked, standing from his seat with a worried look on his face. “Are you alright?”

My eyes were wide and my hands were shaking. I was standing with my back against the wall, feeling as though I couldn’t get a full breath into my lungs. The room felt as though it was closing in on me, and I felt trapped inside like an animal caught in a net.

And then, suddenly, I felt my knees buckle under me. I fell to the ground, and then everything went dark with only Edrick being the very last thing on my mind.

When I woke up, I was in a dark room. In fact, it was pitch black… But when I held my hands up in front of my face, I found that I could see my own hands perfectly. The room itself was black, like a void.

and heavy. There was no echo,

again. This time, after a few minutes of

familiar female voice said. I immediately

eternity, but also a split second at the same

to stay focused and keep myself level-headed, I couldn’t stop seeing Ethan’s gun in front of my face. At one point, I started to hyperventilate.

and I stayed in the black void. I moved around, or at least I felt like I

what it was like to be dead, I thought to myself, then it was awful and lonely. The

in my mind or if it was real, and if someone

as though he was loading into this new instance, like a virtual reality. His neck, then his shoulders, his arms and his chest… Then, eventually, his hands.

any knife, though. It was golden — even the blade itself was golden — with an ornate handle that had the head of a wolf on the end. He

trees on either side. I felt a gasp catch in my throat and I whirled around to

whipped back around to see that he was closer now. The knife was raised, ready to stab me. When I turned around, the tip of the

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