Her face became a canvas of pure, unadulterated terror. Her eyes, once sharp and calculating, now wandered aimlessly through the void, searching for a single splinter of light to pierce the sudden shroud of ink that had fallen before her. Her hands flew out, clawing at the air and grazing the furniture with a frantic desperation, as if trying to anchor her soul to a world she could no longer see.
Mathias caught her face between his palms, forcing her head still to stop the agonizing sight of her vacant gaze darting in every direction.
"Hey, hey—Olivia, stop! Listen to me, please. I need you to listen!"
"I cannot see!" she shrieked, her voice splintering with a raw vulnerability that bled through her usual armor. "Do you not understand? I don't even know where you are standing! Everything is black!"
