** A young woman sees a walking dead in the open streets of Whitby. A train full of corpses crashes into Kings Cross. In an Asylum, a gruesome nightmare becomes horrible reality.
All this should have been a warning to Kyle and his partner Benjamin...
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Every muscle in Kaylee's body was tensed to the breaking point. With all her strength, she leaned against the invisible restraints that had been gently wrapped around her body. But not a finger could move. Kaylee stared at the two creatures with wide eyes, like a fly in a spider's web, caught between agony and acceptance of the inevitable.
She just stood there.
Motionless.
Powerless.
Panic smouldered inside her like a balloon.
Like two cats, the two creatures of the night strode towards her, each step carefully placed, unhurried, as if they had all the time in the world. Kaylee could hear from the sound of their words and pronunciation that they were mocking her, even without being able to understand the strange language.
She was nothing but prey.
A small, insignificant human being.
This contempt was almost more offensive to Kaylee than her overflowing fear. Their flirtatious laughter sounded false and distorted. But as soon as disgust flared at the two beings, they opened their lips again, sweet and beguiling words dispelled all forms of aversion and aggression.
Kaylee's mind lost the battle more and more with every word the two creatures uttered. Something deep inside her just wanted to give up, close her eyes, and listen to this sugary melody of strange words. Her body was hot and cold at the same time, and she felt a burning desire to simply surrender to the two creatures—no matter what they wanted to do to her.
The magician felt her power over her body slipping further and further away with every whisper that passed over the lips of the intoxicatingly beautiful women.
The fingers of her left hand loosened, and the walking stick fell to the floor with an audible clatter.
At that moment, it was as if a cool autumn wind pushed the voices aside. Kaylee heard the rustling of leaves and the cracking of twigs. Then, a familiar voice, deep, deep in her mind.
RUN, LITTLE WOLF!IF YOU DON'T RUN, THEY'LL DEVOUR YOU!
The sound of the voice poured over her mind like ice-cold water. She tore the net that had wrapped itself around the mage and pulled aside the beguiling, mind-numbing veil, and it was as if a rock had fallen from Kaylee's chest, finally allowing her to breathe again. It happened so suddenly that the mage staggered back like something had hit her chest. Panting and breathing heavily, Kaylee braced herself against the wall for a moment.
The two creatures had not failed to notice that their spell on Kaylee had been broken. As a result, they looked at each other in confusion.
STUPID THING!WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?
Kaylee raised the revolver and pulled the trigger. But the creatures dodged with lightning speed.
A shot drilled into the door's frame, and the bang echoed throughout the hallway.
