*storm's POV*

I sit frozen in fear as I watch storm rage outside. The lightning flashes, illuminating the room in a bright white light, before plunging it back into darkness. The sound of the rain hitting the roof and the windows is deafening, drowning out all other noise.

I glance over at my sister, Evelyn, who is sitting next to me on my bed. She is braiding my hair, her fingers nimble and quick as she works. The sound of her soft humming is the only thing that seems to cut through the chaos of the storm.

But then, suddenly, there is a loud banging at the door. My heart...