"What… was that?"
David's voice is no more than a whisper, and the fear written across his face is immense as he struggles to rise. I reached out toward him-my limbs all heavy and weak. But before I even touch him, the darkness around us shifts again, and suddenly we are not alone.
A flash of movement catches my eye, but it's too fast to follow. Something sharp slices across David's arm, and he cries out in pain, stumbling back. My heart pounds furiously in my chest as I try to find the source of the attack, but there's nothing-no figure, no creature-just the eerie darkness swirling around us like a living thing.
David!" I screamed, my voice shaking in panic, as another cut appeared on his shoulder, then another on his side. He struggles to defend himself, swinging his arms in all direc
