Her vision was blurry as she looked up towards the ceiling with glazed eyes, trying in vein to regain focus and clarity. Of course, the disease that ravenged her body allowed for nothing to be done, slowly sapping her life away while making it the worst pain she had ever felt. It was as if her very soul was getting torn from her bit by bit.

As Cheerilee lay there, there was a soft, silence-shattering knock at her door.