The darkness was not a relief.

It was not freezing.

It was Empty.

It was suffocating.

She couldn't breathe.

Someone was kneeling on her chest, choking her.

It's hands were weak, it didn't matter.

Something else was holding her down, preventing her from doing anything more than breathing and blinking.

With an effort, she focused her eyes to the blur at her right.

It came into focus.

A man, ageless looking, with hair like fire and blood, in clothes of shadows, stared back impassively.