The lady's voice quivered with a potent blend of shock and horror, each word struggling to escape her trembling lips.
Her voice, once steady and composed, now faltered and wavered with the weight of what she felt.
Her words were laced with disbelief, her tone laced with a hint of fear that echoed through the air. It was as if the very act of articulating the reality before her proved to be an overwhelming task.
Her eyes widened as her gaze slowly shifted downward, fixating on her own chest, the source of her horror, which was now dyed red.
The weight of realization crashed upon her like an unforgiving wave, engulfing her in a tempest of despair. In that moment, a shiver raced down her spine, as if icy tendrils of fear were creeping through her very core.