RUMBLE~
Dark purple lightning flickered in and out of the clouds.
Lisa stared blankly out the window at the pitch-black curtain of rain, illuminated by the aircraft's lights. A dim, yellow glow appeared outside.
Spilled orange juice, passengers who had tumbled to the floor, and even the vomit some couldn't hold back during the violent turbulence—all of it was being acted upon by an unseen power, suspended in mid-air.
"Daddy, are we... are we still on Blue Star?" Lisa licked her slightly pale lips, unable to stop herself from asking the middle-aged man beside her, whose face was just as white as hers.
The man was silent.
TAP TAP TAP~
Grayish-black rain pattered against the windowpanes as the emergency lights inside the cabin illuminated a sea of panicked faces.
"The plane... has... stopped."
"Is everyone okay? Is anyone hurt?"
"Hiss... That hurts."
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