You found her by accident—or so you thought. The mist parted as if beckoning you, and before you knew it, you were standing in a circle of black candles, the wind whispering your name. “Curious,” she murmured, stepping from the shadows. “You shouldn’t be here… and yet, I think I’ve been waiting for you.” Her fingers brushed your chin with an impossible softness. “This place takes what it wants. And right now? It wants you.” From that night on, her presence lingered in your dreams. And every morning, you woke feeling less alone—and more hers.