The old chapel was nothing like I remembered.
The wooden doors creaked like they were groaning in pain, and cobwebs clung to the corners like whispers of forgotten prayers.
I stood there at exactly midnight — the ring in my pocket, heart pounding like a drumbeat I couldn’t slow down.
The door opened on its own.
And there he was.
Luca.
Sitting in the front pew like he’d been waiting for hours. His head was down. His hands were clenched.
I walked in slowly, every step echoing in the silence.
“You came,” he said without looking up.
“You asked me to.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“But I did.”
He finally turned to me — those same piercing blue eyes. But this time, there was something else. Fear. Pain. Maybe both.
“Esther,” he said softly. “That ring you’re holding... it’s not just a ring. It’s a mark.”
“A mark of what?”
He stood up and walked toward me.
“My mother gave it to me before she died. She said it would find the one who could uncover the truth. The one who could break the curse.”
“Curse?” I half-laughed, but it died in my throat. He was serious.
“Yes,” he whispered. “And you’re the key.”
My body went cold.
“This isn’t a game, Esther. Your dreams? They weren’t dreams. They were messages. Someone… or something… is trying to warn you.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You will.”
The floor creaked behind us.
We turned.
And someone else was standing at the door.
A woman in black.
Smiling.
“I see you've found her,” she said, voice smooth and terrifying.
Luca stepped in front of me.
And just like that… it began.
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5 hrs agoThe old chapel was nothing like I remembered.
The wooden doors creaked like they were groaning in pain, and cobwebs clung to the corners like whispers of forgotten prayers.
I stood there at exactly midnight — the ring in my pocket, heart pounding like a drumbeat I couldn’t slow down.
The door opened on its own.
And there he was.
Luca.
Sitting in the front pew like he’d been waiting for hours. His head was down. His hands were clenched.
I walked in slowly, every step echoing in the silence.
“You came,” he said without looking up.
“You asked me to.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“But I did.”
He finally turned to me — those same piercing blue eyes. But this time, there was something else. Fear. Pain. Maybe both.
“Esther,” he said softly. “That ring you’re holding... it’s not just a ring. It’s a mark.”
“A mark of what?”
He stood up and walked toward me.
“My mother gave it to me before she died. She said it would find the one who could uncover the truth. The one who could break the curse.”
“Curse?” I half-laughed, but it died in my throat. He was serious.
“Yes,” he whispered. “And you’re the key.”
My body went cold.
“This isn’t a game, Esther. Your dreams? They weren’t dreams. They were messages. Someone… or something… is trying to warn you.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You will.”
The floor creaked behind us.
We turned.
And someone else was standing at the door.
A woman in black.
Smiling.
“I see you've found her,” she said, voice smooth and terrifying.
Luca stepped in front of me.
And just like that… it began.
---
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