Ask-Regret

If Blackstep could have gone back in time, she would have stopped herself from leaving camp that one terrible night. It was an ordinary night, everyone was asleep, cozy in their beds. Blackstep twisted and turned, the feeling of uneasiness was creeping in. Somehow, she felt doomed. Like that night would be her last night there. After some time, she finally made up her mind and left camp for fresh air. Perhaps some fresh air will clear my mind… she thought resignedly. Then she realized she had been followed. The uneasy feeling intensified. She began to run. “You know you can’t run,” a voice hissed. “It’s y