Alyra stood in front of the bathroom mirror, a simple dress wrapped around her body, her wet hair dripping water down her back and shoulders, each drop a cold reminder that she was still alive, still conscious, still trapped in this nightmare that showed no signs of ending.

The shower had been mechanical. Robotic. Her body went through the motions of washing while her mind remained stuck in the basement, replaying the gunshots, the blood, the sound of Ruby tearing into human flesh.