The once modern and luxurious living room now looked like the setting of a grisly ritual. All the furniture had been pushed to the walls, creating space for a massive occult circle etched in blood at the center of the room. The metallic scent hung heavily in the air, adding to the eerie atmosphere.
"Go stand in the middle of the circle," Janice instructed, her tone brisk as she extended her hand toward Lola. "I'll hold onto the plush and the pendant until you need them."
However, to her surprise, Lola clutched the plush tighter, her knuckles whitening as she shook her head slightly. The McSuile siblings exchanged a concerned glance, their brows furrowing in unison.
"Can't I take them with me into the cursed array formation?" Lola asked, her voice soft but tinged with desperation. It wasn't just a question—it was a plea.
Janice tilted her head, eyeing the plush warily. "Lola, I'm not sure that's a good—"
