Leona’s POV
The nights had been getting worse. The dreams, the visions—they weren’t just fragments of memories anymore. They were becoming real, almost tangible, like whispers in the dark that were slowly growing louder. I tried to shake them off, telling myself they were just remnants of the curse we’d broken, but deep down, I knew something was different. Something had changed in me after the ritual. And I couldn’t ignore the way the dreams had shifted. They no longer felt like the mansion’s history playing out in my mind; they felt like a message.
It started slowly—just faint glimpses of shadowy figures, half-seen faces, the feeling of being watched. Then, the entity’s voice came to me. At first, it was a mere murmur at the edges of my dreams, a soft but persistent beckoning. I couldn
