Premonitions

Serafina lay nestled in her bed, the familiar creaks and groans of Lockwood Manor the only soundtrack to her slumber. Moonlight, filtered through dusty windowpanes, cast a silvery glow across the room, illuminating her peaceful expression. Yet, beneath the surface, turmoil brewed.

Dreams, or rather visions, flickered in her mind's eye. Fragmented scenes, disturbing and vivid, unfolded before her. She saw chaos, darkness, a future painted in shades of crimson and despair. Dozens of lives at the mercy of the Onis, the malevolent entities they had just managed to unleash.

She gasped, a cold sweat clinging to her skin. The vision swirled before her, solidifying into a terrifying scene. The Onis, once distant whispers in lore, were now horrifyingly real. No longer mere shadows, they were materialized nightmares.