Charlisse clawed her way through a dark tunnel, groping against craggy, sharp walls. A damp chill enveloped her. Nothing but pitch black met her gaze, yet somehow she knew if she kept moving, she'd reach the end. The end of what, she had no idea. The pain had dissipated, replaced by the ache of a void, an emptiness that seemed to hollow out her heart. A pinprick of light appeared in front of her. She halted. Somehow she knew that if she reached it, she would have to face something ...