Faceless lived in a nightmare.

Fear, anxiety, and a storm of emotions churned in her mind, leaving no room for coherent thought. Sleep deprivation felt like an ice pick stabbing through her skull.

But she couldn’t sleep. She must not sleep.

"……"

Under the dark night sky, heavy with clouds, Faceless lit a campfire. She prepared to eat her first meal of the day by roasting the hind leg of a deer she had hunted.

Her eyelids felt like lead. Gazing at the roasting deer leg in her daze, she nodded off for a moment…

Blink.

Her eyes opened.

What… …