C112 Juniper Struggles with PTSD

"Not again," she said to herself, wiping her face with the back of her hand and attempting to shake the chilly grip of terror.

The candle next to her bed flickered and provided a soothing glow on the stone walls, but the fear stuck to her like a second skin. She could still hear them. The people who took them. The whispering.

"Sofia... help me," she said in a low voice