The young latina quickened her pace. The setting sun painted the sky with hues of orange and pink, but the beauty of the moment was lost on Anita. Something was off. She felt like an eerie presence was watching her, peering right into her soul.
Suddenly, the ground beneath her feet trembled. The pretty woman looked up to see a jagged tear in the fabric of reality. Her heart skipped a beat as the world around her distorted, the edges of the tear rippling like water. From the abyssal rift, a set of tentacles emerged, grabbing her and pulling her into the void.
