The world blurred into a painful kaleidoscope of green and gray as Kylo Morris stumbled through the forest, Vad Wagner's powerful limbs moving with an unfamiliar grace. Her head throbbed, a dull ache reverberating with every strained breath. The stench of decay, thick and cloying, assaulted her senses, urging her onward. Just moments ago, a horrific sight—a woman devouring her own infant—had shattered her fragile understanding of reality, proving the ritual's disastrous success.

"Wait!" a voice had cried, but her legs had propelled her forward, a desperate flight from the nightmare. Now, deep within the ancient woods, the primal fear that had driven her through the chaos of the body swap and the horrifying encounter still gnawed at her. Her heart hammered against Vad's unfamiliar ribs, a frantic drumbeat of terror and confusion. The air grew colder, the shadows deeper, and the unsettling silence of the woods pressed in, punctuated only by the ragged sound of her own breathing.