"I don't... I don't have any marks on me." She stuttered.
Hunter's unwavering gaze held a steadfast calmness. It was as if he saw beyond the surface, penetrating into the hidden layers of her existence.
"You can't see it now. But we can see it." His gaze shifted to her hand on her neck, and she followed his line of sight, her brows knitting together.
"It's a part of your identity that's been hidden, waiting for the right time to reveal itself."
Her confusion intensified, like a fog thickening in her mind. She felt like she was groping in the dark, trying to make sense of a reality that seemed to slip further from her grasp.
"I don't understand."
"It's complex, and it will take time for you to comprehend fully. Around four years from now, when you turn thirty, your mark will reveal itself to you, and the pieces will fall into place."
