2. The First Spark

Thu, 21 Aug 2025 07:08:21 +0000

Lila’s pencil scratched against the sketchbook, each stroke a desperate attempt to capture the unease that had settled in her bones. The Siren’s Call was quieter tonight, the fog outside thicker, pressing against the bar’s windows like it wanted in. The neon sign’s red glow flickered, casting jagged shadows across the worn wooden floor. She’d come back, despite Cade’s cryptic warning about the cliffs, because something about this place—about him—felt like it could wake her up. Or break her.