The wind was howling and twirling around her. But even its sound could not hide the screams of despair. She was walking down a glass bridge. Covering her eyes to prevent them from swallowing the flow of the swirling storm surrounding her, she screamed as she saw a hooded figure. She saw someone cloaked move at the end of the bridge. She tried to move closer but in vain. The wind pulled her back like a magnet attracts metal. She felt cold airstream wrap around her ankles and wrists. But she wanted to get out of the horrible place. Over