• RIFT •

Cold, alone, bloody, and stricken by hunger and thirst. A woman wakes up alone in an endless void with no memory of her own identity or what had occurred before this. All she could feel was this sickening feeling something bad was going to happen, and had to get out of the void.
Turns out, that 'void' isn't as endless as she thought.

(All characters belong to me unless explicitly stated otherwise. This story has been in development for months, so apologies if it isn't exactly polished. I am trying my best to perfect this story so I am open to any kind constructive criticism or suggestion. Thank you and enjoy the story)