"...What if I tell you that I have complete access to this thing you call the Book of Sin?"
Silence hung in the cave, the makeshift fire's glow dimming against the dark walls.
It seemed that the air around me had been sucked out, suffocating me in ways it hadn't been moments ago.
My fingers twitched as I stared blankly ahead, my breathing turning shallow.
"What if I tell you that I have complete access to this thing you call the Book of Sin?"
The words echoed in my mind, louder than the crackling fire, louder than my own thoughts.
The Book of Sin.
The story I had read.
The story that told me how I was going to die.
About how everyone around me was going to die.
My throat went dry. I forced myself to swallow, but the lump in my throat refused to go away.
"You're lying." My voice was hoarse. "You have to be lying."
