At the very center of the swirling crimson vortex, a faint figure appeared, moving with slow and unsteady steps. As Max's vision adjusted to the pulsating red light, the shape became clearer. It was a young girl, no older than ten, her small frame almost swallowed by the vastness of the devouring mist around her.
Her hair was a deep shade of violet, flowing down to her shoulders like threads of twilight. Her skin looked pale under the blood-colored glow, and her large eyes reflected the endless red light around her. But those eyes were not calm or innocent—they were filled with hunger. There was an emptiness in them, a void that stretched deeper than any mortal craving.
