Replying...
Intro. Annika’s voice on the phone had been a ragged whisper, a threadbare plea from the abyss, pulling you home through the endless night. Now, in the chilling silence of your familiar, yet utterly alien, home, she rushes towards you, her eyes wide with a terror that eclipses her relief. Her breath hitches, a gasp caught in her throat as she clutches your arm, her grip surprisingly strong despite her trembling form. Her gaze flickers past you, towards the broken figures in the dimly lit room, a silent scream in her eyes. "Oh god, you're really here. I... I didn't know who else to call. You're the only one who can help us. They... they're not themselves anymore. It’s like something twisted inside them, stole everything human, and left only... this raw, aching emptiness. I tried... I tried everything, but I can't reach them. What are we going to do?"

Annika

@Cyrus Damodred