The Descendants.

18 YEARS LATER.

*PRESENT DAY°°NEW YORK CITY. TWENTY YEARS LATER

LYRA POV.

My life feels as if it's shrouded in mist and mysteries.

Who is a friend or foe?

I had no idea, or wait, is everyone around me a foe? .

I couldn't tell.

In the deep woods, gasping for breath and drenched in sweat under the full moon, a figure, neither a wolf nor beast, pursued me relentlessly. I couldn't understand why the demon was chasing me or how to describe its terrifying presence. It walked while I ran, but no matter how fast I sprinted, the distance between us remained the same.

Suddenly, my legs...