Sandrine woke up with a serious headache. More memories had filled her dreams, to the point where she didn't feel like she had slept at all. Those were, once again, memories with strong feelings or stressful situations, as those seemed to be remembered easier. However, none of those memories featured an environment similar to the death game.
"Was it really just a normal dream ? No, but it felt way too familiar ! And how could my brain create the two assholes without any basis ? This was definitely something that happened…"
She still didn't have any explanation for the memory with the man in the passenger seat and the girl in the back. But Sandrine wasn't the type to fret over unknown things. If she couldn't explain it, she could just forget it for now.
"Anyway, I was just a normal girl."
