**TRIGGER: ASSAULT**

Xenia’s fingers brushed the cold windowpane as she gazed out into the night, the Red Moon hung ominously in the sky. Its crimson glow bathed the landscape in an unsettling light, a reminder of the ritual to come. Tonight, everything will change. She could feel the weight of it pressing down on her. No matter how much Nova tried to reassure her that everything was going to be okay.

“Do you feel that?” Nova asked.

Xenia knew what she was talking about. There was power in the air. Something that seemed to call to the both of them. Or more like someone.

“Mason?” Xenia asked.

“No. Micah.”

Xenia...