Dante

I close the book and place it beside me, watching Vectra. Did this really happen? Or is it pure fiction?

Thoughts weigh on my mind, as if every word of the book left an invisible mark on me. Since childhood, I've been drawn to horror stories, believing in them more than I'd like to admit. But this story... it's different. It's not just a scary tale; it feels alive, like the pages are portals to a dark reality. And that red stain... what is it? It’s embedded on the last page, with a shade that’s unlike regular ink. It's deep, as if made with blood. The more I look at it, the more questions arise about it, and especially about this book. Where did Camila find it?

The more I think about it, my eyes begin to close slowly, as if something pulls my consciousness away.

“Damn… Did sleep have to hit me now? It’s still early…”