JC POV
I stood across the hall, my face pale, my expression a mixture of horror and rage. Where was I, and what was this place? Something deep inside told me this was all Melody's doing—her creation, her chaos.
But why? As I walked further, the atmosphere grew heavier, the castle's towering walls exuding a sinister presence. The stone was cold and black, ancient yet filled with malevolence. It looked like an old one at that.
The silence was broken by the creak of an old wooden door opening. The sound echoed through the castle, sending a chill down my spine. My head snapped toward the noise, my heart racing. Who was it? Was it Melody? Or someone else?
The door slid open, revealing two figures silhouetted against the dim light. I took a step forward, my breath catching in my throat.
As the figures came into focus, my fears were confirmed. It was my sister, Melody, and beside her, Haylie.
