LUCAS
we knocked on the door of the witch's house, a young girl greeted us. I asked her if Carmen was around, and she nodded before letting us in. The moment we stepped inside, we saw Carmen, surrounded by flickering candles, as if she had been expecting us.
"Hello, Lucas, and hello to you too," Carmen said, acknowledging my father with a warm smile. "I've been expecting your visit."
I couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and wonder. "You knew we were coming?" I asked, slightly surprised.
Carmen chuckled softly. "Oh, I know many things," she replied cryptically, her eyes glinting with mystery.
I noticed she was looking around as if searching for someone else. "Where's Lilya?" she asked, her gaze lingering on the empty space beside me.
I cleared my throat nervously, not entirely
