Blackwood Beckons

The cryptic text message throbbed on Sarah's phone screen, a digital siren call cutting through the already tense atmosphere. "Meet me at Blackwood Manor. Alone. I have answers you seek." Fear warred with a desperate need for answers. Clara's fate, the sinister Keepers, and now this…it was all spiraling, and she felt like she was losing control.

"I have to go," Sarah announced, her voice tight. All eyes turned to her, a mixture of concern and suspicion clouding their faces.

"Blackwood Manor? Sarah, that's insane!" Mark protested. "That place is practically a legend for a reason! It's probably a trap!"

"Exactly," David chimed in, his gaze sharp. "A trap set by who, Sarah? Did you get a name? Because somehow this feels like it's all coming together too neatly." His eyes flickered, the distrust plain.