. He would stop by the bookstore every day, browsing the shelves and chatting with Ember about everythin

t shake the feeling that something was off. Strange occurrences had begun to pl

dead, with strange markings carved into their flesh. And Ember would catch glimpse

elf that they were just coincidences. But as the events continued to pil

ixed intently on her. She felt a shiver run down her spine as their gazes met, and for a moment, she c

o the bookstore, locking the door behind her. What was goin