Chrona sat huddled in the corner, tears streaming down her face as the overwhelming weight of her repeated deaths bore down on her.
Once again, she found herself trapped in the past, surrounded by her friends, their worried faces closing in on her. She could barely register their words, the terror of what she had seen leaving her unable to speak.
Every time they faced the Reaper, the outcome was the same—he was an unstoppable force, a harbinger of death. The others stood around her, their expressions filled with concern and confusion.
"Chrona, talk to us," Caden urged gently, kneeling beside her. His voice was calm but firm, trying to pull her from the depths of her despair. "What happened? Why are you crying like this?"
"Please, don't shut us out," Christina added softly, placing a comforting hand on Chrona's trembling shoulder. "We're all in this together."