Lumi was drawing when Sera found her.
Not the usual four-year-old scribbles. These were precise. Detailed. A map of some kind — buildings, roads, a mountain in the corner.
"What's this?"
"The bad man's house." Lumi didn't look up. "Where he keeps the other children."
Sera's blood went cold.
"How do you know about that?"
"I see things." Lumi's voice was matter-of-fact. "When I sleep. I see places I've never been. People I've never met."
She pointed to a small building in the corner of her drawing.
"This is where they sleep. The children. They're scared."
Sera knelt beside her daughter.
"Lumi. This is important. How long have you been seeing these things?"
"Since the mountain. Since the light." Lumi finally looked up. Her eyes were gold — not the usual soft gold, but bright. Almos
