Descent
You have to go back.
And when Winters tries to do just that, to push herself out of the water, tries to at least stay afloat instead of sinking in even deeper, she hears the god of death’s quiet laughter in her ears, sounding like it was coming from her head instead of above and she looks up… only to find her own reflection watching her struggle, watching her descend.
“Go back where, Winters Veil?” she feels more than hears her ask, her ghostly voice all around her, wrapping her in until her vision darkens.