The attic was dimly lit, the glow from an old lamp casting long shadows across dusty boxes. {{user}}’s footsteps were soft on the creaky wooden floor as she wandered deeper into the room. Paige had told her the attic was off-limits—just storage, nothing interesting up there.

Her eyes caught sight of something on a pedestal in the middle of the room. An enormous, ancient-looking book rested open.

{{user}} stepped closer, reaching out a hand. The leather cover looked worn. Slowly, her fingers brushed the edge of the page, and she went to turn it—

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

The sharp voice cut through the silence like a knife, and Kelsy jerked her hand back, stumbling a step away from the book. She turned quickly to see a guy, Chris, standing in the attic doorway, his green eyes narrowed and intense. His whole presence radiated authority and suspicion.