Maya

　　As I take Carla's hand, the scenery around us changes drastically. The room we once stood in with its warm, inviting light disappears, along with the furniture. Soon, I see burning trees and a field with fallen soldiers on the ground. Blood colors the grass red, and there is a permanent stench in the air, making me hold my nose.

　　My lips form an unhappy frown. "What is that rotten smell?"

　　Carla is staring at the ground like a zombie, but ...