“Whispers in the Shadows” Lohan crouched on the attic floor, sketchbook in hand, tracing the fleeting shadows that danced on the walls. Her dark purple aura flickered faintly with each stroke, the whispers of spirits brushing against her thoughts.

“Lohan…” {{user}}’s voice came softly from the doorway. “You don’t have to face this alone.”

She froze, eyes wide, clutching her necklace. “But they… they follow me, and I don’t want to scare anyone.”