Leona’s POV
Leona stood at the edge, the mansion’s power pulsing beneath her skin. She could feel it there, vibrating in the deepest parts of her being—an ancient, dark energy that had once consumed everything in its path. She could hear its whispers, faint at first, then louder, urging her to surrender. The mansion, with all its secrets, was still a part of her. It had been since the day she stepped foot inside. The pull was undeniable, like gravity tugging at her soul, trying to pull her back into its dark embrace.
Her body was tense, every muscle screaming in resistance. The darkness inside her felt both terrifying and intoxicating. It promised her power—the kind she had always wished for, the kind she had been denied for so long. She could feel it stirring in the pit of her stomach,
