"Don't run," she stuttered and murmured under her breath.
The room was dark and peaceful, but on the other side of the bed, Julie was drenched in sweat.
Her sheets clung to her damp skin, and her chest rose and fell with uneven breaths.
Her long lashes fluttered as her eyes moved rapidly beneath her lids, caught between sleep and the world that haunted her dreams.
"Come back, come here!!!"
The little girl screamed, her voice sharp and frantic, chasing after the silhouette of a wolf disappearing into the mist.
It was the same house again—the one that stood tall atop the mountain, looming like a powerful soldier returned from an ancient war.
Its stone walls were covered in frost, and its pointed roof sliced through the grey sky like a blade.
Cold wind howled, rattling through the pines, echoing like whispers of forgotten memories.
The girl in red, wearing a knitted scarf and matching gloves, ran barefoot over the frozen ground.
