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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐑𝐋 around you, mimicking the panicked torrent of thoughts stampeding through your mind. The ground beneath your fingers crumbles as you press onto it, sending more and more rubble up in the air.
Debris prickles at your eyes and cinders hack at your lungs. Your hair rises up and down and up again, and your heart rushes in your chest, palpitating with dread and confusion.
Where in the hell were you?
You wheeze, desperate to regain control over your breathing, your hand coming up to clutch the fabric of your shirt. Your eyes fight against the dirt to stay wide open, unwilling to forfeit information about the unknown situation you find yourself in.
An unsettling figure approaches you through the dust, their figure haloed by the afternoon sun. Alarms ring in your ears, and you scramble back on your hands and feet until your back crashes against a wall.
The figure stops, and as the dust clouds begin to dissipate, you catch a glimpse of the person on the other side.
Tall, lanky, and with an unreadable face, a blonde woman stares back at you, her blank expression contrasting your own.
The ringing in your ears subsides, beginning to bleed into the voice of the woman.
"–hear me?"
The woman tilts her head to the side, examining your figure. A second question is posed in your head.
