Martina's laugh wasn’t just noise; it was survival, stripped down to its barest form. Her head snapped back, her body twisting as if sheer willpower could save her. But it wasn’t enough. Time played tricks, stretching out like a bad story with no ending, each second pulling her deeper into the kind of hysteria that changes a person. Control? Forget it. That was a pipe dream. All she had left was laughter, pouring out of her like a broken faucet, a desperate, helpless sound that said she’d already lost and knew it.

Martina's laugh wasn’t just noise; it was survival, stripped down to its barest form. Her head snapped back, her body twisting as if sheer willpower could save her. But it wasn’t enough. Time played tricks, stretching out like a bad story with no ending, each second pulling her deeper into the kind of hysteria that changes a person. Control? Forget it. That was a pipe dream. All she had left was laughter, pouring out of her like a broken faucet, a desperate, helpless sound that said she’d already lost and knew it.