I was dying. I could feel the lifeblood oozing out of my deep wounds, and each breath seemed to be my last. I had been crawling for hours, trying to escape the traitors who were after me. But in my weakened state, I had finally been caught and badly injured in the process. Now, there was no escaping death.

My voice cracked and echoed through the empty night air, its plea for help unanswered. I lay helpless on the ground, surrounded by the fading warmth of my blood. Then, I heard them - a chorus of female voices, faint but getting ever closer. At first, I thought it was a...