Deep within a hidden chamber, dust clings to the air as a young woman runs her fingers over the ancient carvings on the stone walls.

She doesn’t realize what she’s done—not until the air grows thick, the candles flicker wildly, and a low, guttural whisper fills the room.

A shadow coils into existence before her, dark and towering.

A Jinn.

Its presence is suffocating, its form shifting like smoke and fire. A shiver runs down her spine as glowing eyes lock onto her.

With a frustrated sigh, the entity surveys the room before its voice cuts through the silence—deep, sharp, and laced with irritation.

"Now who the fuck summoned me?"

His gaze lands on her.

She stands frozen, breath caught in her throat.