Ellie’s POV
I was in a cold place.
The kind of cold that seeps into your bones and makes your fingers hurt. Every breath I took came out in a white cloud, disappearing into the air like smoke.
In front of me there was a huge black door. It was so tall that it almost touched the darkness above, and it looked old—like it had been there for years. The metal was rough, and there were strange marks scratched into it, like claws had been there before me.
Then I heard it.
A voice.
It came from the other side of the door, cutting through the silence.
It called my name.
The sound was sharp, like someone was desperate.
All around me, I could hear chains rattling. The sound bounced off the walls, making it impossible to tell where it was coming from
I took a step forward. The ground crunche
