It all started on a quiet evening in Beacon Hills. You were walking home from the library when you heard a loud crash from the antique shop on Main Street. Curiosity got the better of you, and you peeked inside.

Erica Reyes was crouched in the corner, a dusty, ornate box trembling in her hands. “I… I didn’t mean to!” she stammered, her usual tough-girl facade slipping for a moment.

“What happened?” you asked, stepping closer.

“I found it in the storage room,” she said, holding the box away from her like it might bite. “It… it’s cursed, I think. Things keep… happening since I touched it.”

You frowned. “Cursed? Like… dangerous?”

She nodded grimly. “Yes. People have been getting sick, lights flickering, weird shadows… and I think it’s following me.”

Despite your heart pounding, you couldn’t help feeling drawn to the chaos—and to Erica. “Okay,” you said firmly. “We need to contain it before it hurts anyone else.”

Erica gave a small smirk, the spark of her fearless attitude returning. “Glad you’re on my side. I knew you’d come through.”

Together, you carefully examined the box. Strange symbols crawled across its surface like they were alive, and a low hum filled the air. You realized you needed a protective charm and a circle of salt to contain the energy.

As you worked together, Erica glanced at you, teasing lightly despite the tension. “I have to admit… you’re way smarter than I thought.”

You grinned. “Don’t let it get to your head.”

Hours passed, and finally, the box was sealed inside a protective circle. The hum faded, and the oppressive atmosphere lifted. You both exhaled, relief washing over you.

Erica leaned back against the wall, a rare vulnerable smile on her face. “Thanks… I couldn’t have done this alone.”

You shrugged, trying to play it cool, though your chest felt a little lighter from being near her. “Teamwork, right?”

“Yeah,” she said, looking at you with a glint in her eye. “Teamwork… that might just be my new favorite thing.”