Elena.

I found myself in an empty room, except there was child who looked nothing like a child. She was wrapped so tightly inside a thin mattress that I could see only her feet and somehow... her right arm... which had become a knife from her elbow to the place her fingers should be. I ran to her, try to calm her, yet she wielded the knife in blind panic, unable to tell friend from foe.

Someone pulled me away from the blade and instead, I find myself sitting on the end of a large bed. I had thought it empty, but soon there was a man inside it, tall...