The hooded figure took another step into the hidden archive.
“You shouldn’t have opened this room.”
Evelyn’s pulse pounded in her ears.
“I didn’t even know this room existed.”
“Exactly.”
The stranger’s face remained hidden beneath the shadow of the hood.
“The archive has been sealed for twenty years.”
Evelyn instinctively stepped in front of the journal.
“Who are you?”
The figure tilted their head.
“Someone trying to keep history buried.”
The silver bracelet around Evelyn’s wrist suddenly grew warm.
The hooded figure noticed.
“So… it has chosen you.”
“What are you talking about?”
Instead of answering, the stranger raised a hand.
Dark smoke curled from their fingertips.
Evelyn stumbled backward.
The journal snapped shut.
“No!”
Before the smoke reached her—
A blast of ic
