Fatal Frame IV
Prologue
"It's... cold..." The voice was female and weak, her strength slipping away.
"And... dark..."
"I can't... can't move..."
"I can't breathe!"
"I'm dying... All for..."
Her voice fell away, creating a terrible, sickening silence in the dark. She'd died…
Then someone screamed, and for a split second, there was the image of a woman or girl in a kimono, and a horrible, piercing cold. The image was so fleeting that nothing else could be determined about the woman, but it was clear she had hurt someone...
Akemi bolted upright in bed, her breathing still rapid and the sheets slightly damp. She rubbed and massaged her face with her hands for a moment, calming herself down. When she felt better, she turned to look at the clock. It was hard to tell the time, as the clock was illuminated only by moonlight, but Akemi could tell it was somewhere around one in the morning.
She looked back at her hands, feeling a mixture of fear and confusion. That vision was the second one this week...
Akemi buried her face in her hands, shaking her head slightly.
What's happening to me!?