The pages felt smooth under your fingertips, the ink slightly faded in some places, but still clear enough to pull you in. Karen’s handwriting was precise, confident, each word carrying weight—pieces of her past, her thoughts, her truths. And you were absorbing every bit of it, drawn in deeper with every line.

Your eyes flicked across the page, your heartbeat steady but strong. You could feel it—the rush, the focus. The way the world around you dimmed as your mind locked onto every sentence, every detail. Your fingers tingled slightly, and if you had looked in a mirror, you knew what you’d see—your eyes glowing purple.

Adrenaline. Fascination. Understanding.

Then, a shift in the air. A presence.

"Seriously?"