With Monika rejecting her from the Nightmare, Alice felt as though she was plunged into the deep sea.
The coldness invaded her body, seizing her limbs. Invisible pressure crushing her from all sides.
Gritting her teeth, Alice wanted to break out but found herself helpless against the currents.
One moment she was drowning, the next she was standing in a maze of stairs.
Up was down, down was up.
She glanced back and saw a giant figure of herself looking back into a recurring infinity. Subsequent versions of her getting bigger with each variation.
Looking down, she saw herself from above. The countless versions of her following through with the same motion.
She blinked.
She was in a standoff.
Strapped to her waist was a gun and opposite her, an inverted mirror of herself was stood in the same posture.
Only difference was that 'she' was ready to fire.
*CLICK!
She drew her weapon in a flash and the bullet tore through Alice's forehead.
