Victoria barely slept.
The image of the figure standing on the academy tower followed her into the night.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the silhouette again.
Watching.
Waiting.
Knowing.
The feeling unsettled her more than she wanted to admit.
Not because she feared being watched.
Because whoever that person was, they had known exactly where to find her.
And somehow, they had known she would see them.
By the time dawn arrived, Victoria had managed only a few hours of restless sleep.
The morning bell echoed across Bloodright Academy.
Students poured into the hallways.
Life continued.
Classes.
Assignments.
Exams.
Normal concerns.
Meanwhile, Victoria was trying to figure out whether an unknown stalker was connected to an ancient supernatural prison.
Perspective was
