It was cold.
Dark.
And she was in immense pain.
Something distant roared, and her pain flared, her entire body setting ablaze for a brief moment.
But there she drifted, in a void. Everything burned. Her legs, her hands, her lungs, burned. Fire licked at her back, through her clothes. The fabric did nothing to keep the heat from consuming her, but she still felt cold.
She drifted. A haze surrounded her, clouds of gray carrying her through the nothingness. She turned, trying to roll over, but found herself unable to move. Something invisible gripped her and held her still, no matter how she tried to fight it. She tried to yell out, to scream, to call for help, but her throat felt like ash and soot and her lungs burned like fire.
Tears ran free from her eyes as she struggled, fighting to breathe, to see, to feel for anything. To find ground or purchase in this abyss, blindly flailing.
Her hand closed around something solid. Hot and smooth but solid. Something. Anything. She squeezed it, clung to it for dear life, fighting to open her eyes, only for a moment. To speak, even a word.
Something weak and sad slipped from her with great effort, a task that drained her of all energy, her consciousness fading.
"Please."
Above her, through the haze, through the dark, she saw red and black and felt warmth. Tension. Firmness.
Comfort.
And then she succumbed.
Found my password.