Then, up ahead, I saw it-a faint glow of light, different from the fire. It was softer, more ethereal, coming from a crack in the stone wall.

Hope flickered in my chest again. Maybe it was a way out. Or maybe... maybe it was something else. Something that could help me find Isabell.

I approached cautiously, my hand brushing against the stone. The light pulsed gently, like it was alive, beckoning me closer.

And just as I reached for it, a voice whispered in the darkness.

"You're too late, Sophia."

I froze, every hair on my body standing on end. The voice was familiar, but distorted. Twisted.

Slowly, I turned,...