I was sinking in the depths of the murky waters. In the darkness, I felt a heavy rock tied around my ankle. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. I untied the knot as fast as I could. The knot became lose. I swam up towards the surface, desperately gasping for air.

I floated in the middle of the oasis. The full moon shone radiantly across the empty desert. The waves were pushing me back to shore. A darkness overtook my vision. A voice, a strange low voice, took over my vocal chords. I struggled against the shadow, thrashing in the water.

My hands were squeezing my throat as I tried to breathe.

“Let me take over,” the shadow self said. “Or I will drown you.”

My hands tightened around my neck as the colour of the moon faded from white to red.

I woke up on a white bed, fully nude. I jumped. I did not know how I got here. My hair was dripping wet. There was a red rope mark on my ankle. My neck felt swollen. I covered myself up with my blankets, only to notice there were two masks on the ledge of the bed.

There was a white and black mask, Venetian masks.