There were flashes - quick, black and white bursts - of Yamatai. Of the Solarii, closing in, and her axe, heavy and warm in her hands.

She couldn't stop the shudder that raced over her skin. Not again.

"They're insane."

The familiar taste of panic salted the back of her throat. How did this keep happening? How did she keep finding these sort of people?

How could she ever manage to survive it again?