Once Annette felt the door swing shut behind her, she took a good long look at the room before her.
The walls appeared to be gilded, with a sort of shimmering effect. When she reached the nearest one and ran her finger over it, it felt rather warm.
Annette then approached the chair situated in the center of the room. She just knew the body in said chair was that of Julian’s. It wasn’t even necessary to see his face.
But she did anyway. Circling to the other side, she then knelt in front of him and placed her hand on his cheek.
“You didn’t deserve to die the way you did, Julian…”
Her words appeared to spark something in him. At once, his eyes opened to reveal two glowing red irises. Then without warning, he moved to grab her wrist, much to her astonishment. His mouth slowly opened to bring forth a voice not fitting for him:
“Il faut m’aider, femme bleue,” he whispered to her. Before she could demand who had entered his body, though, she was thrust into another plane of existence.
Now Annette found herself in a much different area. For one, she wasn’t even inside anymore.
Instead, she was now in a lush countryside. Off in the distance, a small house situated next to several rows of plants could be seen.
Even from far away, the sight was breathtaking. As soon as Annette got to her feet and began approaching it, she felt like she was walking on air.
Partway there, she found herself on a dirt path, and followed it. She then felt someone behind her, and looked to see who it was.
The figure behind her was wearing all black, which couldn’t have been all that comfortable in the sun. They wore a wide-brimmed hat that covered their eyes, and a long cloak that was clearly meant to conceal something.
Just as Annette was going to ask who they were, the person took on a more brisk pace. They then moved past her, or rather through her.
“Huh?” Now Annette was looking at their back, instead of the front of them. The person kept walking at the pace they changed to, until reaching the house. “What the fuck just happened…?”
It then dawned on her. “Oh right. I’m not really here, am I?” She then kept walking, finally reaching the vineyard.
Despite knowing she wouldn’t be able to actually touch anything, Annette took a closer look at the grapes that were ready to be turned into wine. The good condition they were in made her smile at least a little.
This idyllic scene was promptly shattered, however, along with a window in the side of the house. Then came the screams of several people.
One of them began shouting in a hurried foreign language, one that Annette quickly figured out to be French.
By the time she ran over to the window, the noises had stopped. Before her now were several dead bodies littered around the unknown person.
The mysterious person then turned to go. Annette watched with a mortified look on her face as they exited the house and went back down the path they’d come from.
Annette waited a few seconds before going into the house. Not a single one moved upon her entering. What did move was something out of the corner of her eye.
Cautiously, she took a step forward, even though she knew that who or whatever it was wouldn’t know she was there. Leaning in, she saw who exactly it was.