Bloody Mist
The mist stretched out like an endless sea, cold and silent. No sky, no ground could be seen through the thick white veil. It sprawled out, dense and unmoving, erasing any sense of distance. Yet, in the heart of this ocean, something stirred. Dark shapes, barely visible, slid through the swirling fog like elusive phantoms, menacing.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the cottony void, breaking the stillness. A young man, his clothes in tatters, his body bearing fresh wounds, trudged forward. Dried blood stained his skin, but his gaze remained fierce, glowing with a wild determination. He raised a trembling arm, stretching it forward.
Around him, the shadows paused, as if measuring him.
Then, they attacked.