“I can’t do this!”
The call is sucked away by the Underworld without even leaving an echo. You shiver and every movement sucks you deeper into the muck. Eventually, it closes over your mouth, nose, and eyes. Your chest burns from lack of oxygen and your brain shuts down.
When you wake up, your head aches and your lungs burn. After you scrape the muck from your ears and nose and shower for about four hours, you’ll heal. You always do. Is this all? There has to be more to your ability. Are you really doomed to die, every night?
What will you do tomorrow?