Elena started tossing and turning in the second half of the night, haunted by a recurring nightmare.
In the dream, there was always a woman with messy hair crouched in a corner, shaking like a leaf. Blood dripped from all ten of her fingertips. Her tangled hair covered her entire face, making it impossible to see her clearly.
Elena tried to get closer, hoping to get a better look. But the woman kept her face hidden behind her hands. So Elena took another cautious step—just then, the woman suddenly raised her head. Her face was smeared with blood, and covered with hideous scars that looked like giant centipedes crawling across her skin. Every little leg of those “centipedes” was dripping red.
The woman stared straight at Elena. Only then did she notice that both corners of the wo
