As Lyra made her way to her grandmother's house, a sense of anticipation mingled with unease gripped her heart. She had always sought solace and guidance from her wise and nurturing presence. But today, as she approached the familiar abode, a foreboding heaviness settled upon her shoulders.
Pushing open the creaking door, Lyra's steps faltered. The atmosphere was heavy with an eerie stillness that hung in the air, casting shadows upon the walls. An ominous silence enveloped the once vibrant haven, filling Lyra's heart with a sense of dread.
As she ventured deeper into the house, the realization dawned upon her like a thunderclap—her beloved grandmother lay motionless upon the bed. Panic surged through her veins, tears welling in her eyes as she rushed to her side. The mark on her grandmother's wrist burned with an intense heat, mirroring the one upon Lyra's own.
