I nodded, slipping the rings into my pocket, eyes darting around, half-expecting them to return. Stella glanced at me oddly, unaware of the invisible danger that had just passed. I forced a smile.
But deep down, I knew one thing: the junction, the rings, the chanting… this wasn’t over. Something had marked me that morning, and the full story was only beginning.
The next chapter would reveal the secrets behind the two mad women, the rings, and the chilling warning that had followed me through the streets that morning. And I feared it would not be easy to survive.
