War, famine, death-- those three words flash in different entities as tears start rolling against her cheeks. Yujin curls up on her bed, trying not to scream to prevent any ruckus shaking the cabin. But those fragments continue to hit her like a blade piercing in every pain possible. 

She pushes herself up, grimacing at how heavy her heart and mind feels right now. The fragments surge through her again, like she’s in some kind of forest as torches and people chase her down. She gets up, runs out of the cabin barefoot. She sees nothing but trees, and shouts. “Where’s that bitch, Kim Soah?” she hears a name that isn’t hers (or maybe it is)