Somehow the voice of Tyrone came to Aleysia suddenly, it wasn't a message or a phone call, it was Tyrone's voice. She can hear it clearly, desperate, filled with fears, out of nowhere.
It cut through the room as if the air itself had torn open, his scream echoing inside her head—sharp and broken. In that moment, her eyes turned white, and an overwhelming vision enveloped her.
Suddenly, she found herself standing at the heart of San Diego, where a powerful storm unleashed its wrath on the familiar landscape. Dark, ominous clouds loomed overhead, crackling with lightning that illuminated the chaos unfolding below. Chaos engulfed the city, transforming the serene coastline into a scene of sheer devastation.
