Zane’s POV
The days that followed the ritual were supposed to bring peace—an end to the terror we had lived through for so long. Yet something still gnawed at me, an unsettling feeling that refused to be silenced. Leona's visions were growing stronger, more vivid, and the strange occurrences that once felt like a distant memory now seemed to be getting closer, more urgent. It wasn’t just the house that felt wrong; it was us. I had convinced myself that we had won, that the mansion’s curse had finally been broken. But every time I looked at Leona, I could see the doubt in her eyes, the fear of something still lurking just beyond reach.
Leona wasn’t the only one struggling. I was, too. I could feel it—something in me, something dark, still simmering beneath the surface. The ritual had been
