Emma's eyes opened, slowly adjusting to the darkness surrounding her.
She was in a small space. Cloth surrounded her. She found the top and knocked on it. Wood.
A strange sensation coursed through her. Was she a werewolf? No, there were no fangs, no claws. At least so she thought.
She used all her strength to push the lid open and landed on the dirt above. Looking around, she saw a grave and stared at it.
'EMMA RODRIGUEZ, BELOVED DAUGHTER AND FRIEND.'
She frowned and began making her way towards the hospital. She needed to see her father.
As she walked, she was unaware of one new quality to her.
Her eyes were glowing.