Griffin’s POV
I find myself once again sitting in the study, surrounded by the suffocating darkness that seems to seep into my very soul. This room holds countless memories – some filled with laughter and joy, others stained with the haunting presence of a malevolence that refuses to release its grip on my life.
The memories of Mark, who was a victim of the same treacherous web spun by Lucy, flood my mind. I can still hear his voice echoing in my ears, promising me an eternity of misery. It's a promise that seems to persist even in his death as if he had somehow cursed me from beyond the grave. In his final moments, Mark had come to realize that his own mother was the embodiment of evil, yet his promise continues to haunt me through her.
The weight of this curse feels like an invisible
