Sixty seven

*Freya*

  "Rafe is in peril... the Crimson kingdom sits on the edge of grave danger, dear Freya..."The whisper slithered through the darkness like an invisible force, chilling me to the bone. Its tone was hollow, sending cold dread down my spine. Turning around in the void, I tried to look for the source, but found only enveloping shadows that seemed to mock my confusion and fear. I seemed to be hallucinating a lot more now which disturbed me. 

"Where am I?" ...