Dianne stood before the mansion, her breath catching in her throat as she gazed up at the looming structure. The vision had shown her this place, a decaying relic of grandeur hidden deep within the forest. It was more than just the overgrown vines choking its walls or the shattered windows that made her uneasy—it was the malevolent aura that seeped from within, chilling her to the bone.
The air around the mansion seemed thicker, heavier, pressing against her as if trying to warn her away. But Dianne knew she had to press on. Lewis was somewhere inside, his fate uncertain, and she was his only hope.
She closed her eyes, focusing on the vision that had brought her here. Images of Lewis, trapped and desperate, flashed before her mind's eye. She could feel his fear, his anguish, as if they were her own. The connection between them, forged through the hybrid bond they shared, pulsed with urgency.
