388: FRACTURED REALITY

ARIEL'S POV As I moved further, my footsteps echoed in the silence, my eyes scanning every corner in search of the golden necklace that held so much significance. The cabin seemed unchanged since the last time we were here, yet an undeniable sense of foreboding lingered in the air. Finally, I reached the bedroom where Luke had surprised me with the necklace, the memory still vivid in my mind. My heart skipped a beat as I approached the dresser, where he had laid out the delicate piece of jewelry. There it was, nestled among the trinkets and mementos. And as I reached out to take it, I heard some footsteps, causing me to cease my movements. With a silent gasp, I turned around and could hear the footsteps getting close. What the hell is that? I could only ask myself in my head. Because, at the moment, I was too terrified to utter a word. My fingers closed around the golden necklace, and the metal cooled against my skin as I lifted it from its resting place. The soft light filtering