The Devil You Burn For

The night enveloped the lonely road like a dark and relentless shroud. The rain poured down without mercy, pounding the asphalt, creating puddles that reflected the distant headlights like shattered mirrors. The silence was torn apart by the roar of an engine, the screech of tires, and then... the terrible crash of metal against metal. The world shattered in a single second.

The car lay overturned on the side of the road, its windshield shattered, smoke rising from the engine. Silence took over once more, only interrupted by the relentless drumming of the rain. And amidst it all, a figure struggled weakly. Ana. Her body was broken, wounded, but her soul still seemed to cling desperately to life.

Every breath was a titanic effort. Every heartbeat ached. The pain burned through her, but what hurt the most was the confusion. How had she ended up here? Why did everything feel so... distant? Her blurred, tear-filled eyes locked onto the ceiling of the overturned car. A whisper escaped her lips, weak, almost inaudible, as she tried to recall something important.

-Sebastián... Gabriel...

Why those names? Her mind screamed for answers, but her body refused to respond. What did they mean? The words slipped from her lips as if they were fading before they could be fully spoken. She didn't understand, but her heart recognized them as if they were carved into her skin, into her very soul.

-Why...?- Her thoughts tangled like broken threads. A crushing weight of fear settled over her chest. What happened here?

A distant thunderclap echoed through the sky, rumbling inside her as if the heavens themselves were mourning for her. Her head spun, and the world blurred into a sea of shadows. The rain hammered down harder, as if the earth itself was trying to swallow her whole.

-I can't die here... not now... not without... What happened to them?- she questioned herself, wrapped in a growing desperation. Sebastián... Gabriel... The names repeated in her mind like a mantra, yet they became more and more distant.

Suddenly, a faint glimmer caught her attention. In her trembling hand, something metallic reflected the dim light that managed to pierce through the storm. A pendant. The initials "G.S." engraved on it. Something inside her cracked. That pendant. Why was it in her hand?

Sirens began to wail in the distance, but to Ana, they seemed like a distant echo, as if the voices of the world were reaching her from a fading dream. Her body grew heavier with every passing second. The pain pulled her toward unconsciousness, but something-a spark of awareness-kept her afloat. She couldn't give up.