u

she quickly got out, huffing. Being the new student was exhausting, and this was only her first day. She looked at the elegant facade of

ay. How will I endure spending more time in this place? I

like a work of art. The large windows and sophisticated architectural details highlighted the grandeur of the

er. The marble floor gleamed impeccably, and a crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a soft and welcoming ligh

e and neutral colors. A large white leather sofa occupied the center, accompanied by elegant armchairs and a glass coffee table. On the shelves, a few c

ised her, as she didn't expect her father to be home at that hour. Curious, sh

is city," said her mother, with a hint of concern. "

ke about her family. She seemed worried that the seventeen-year-old

her face, at the two of them, wh

on. Even though he knew his wife's fear and the reasons behind it, she only cared about her work and a

with him, preferring to focus on a corner of the wall. "I may have never trigg

s. Her mother felt t

el bad in this place? Well, I have no idea what

about any of this. He onl

o calm her down again. "Fear makes us f

l as Luna's, with anger. He didn'

ed her head, trying to appear determined, but inside, her fear only hid behind th

feel better, went to her, took her shoulders, and l

f it's

, and again felt like she was entering someone's mind, as if invading that privacy, even though she did

ered by them. So, Luna decided to go up to h

ly curved stairs were flanked by a wrought-iron railing, whose intricate scrolls matched the mansion's di

t wall sconces. Luna finally reached the door to her room and opened it, revealing a vast and luxuriously decorated space. The room w

ng-size bed, covered with an impeccable white linen quilt, occupied the center of the room. Pastel-toned pillows were arra

of the walls, there was an elegant desk with some notebooks and a laptop, indicative of a study space. Near t

the new school, the loneliness of the new town, and the conversation she had overheard from her parents still echoed in her mind, but s

d vast and distant, reflecting the imm

ce. "What else has to happen?" She felt upset about the whole situation. Her parents were hiding something, and her mother seeme

a found it strange. It was as if she was hypnotized by that sensation. "Come to me." The call continued until she got up, without

rounding her. The girl widened her eyes, trying to disguise

vously. So much was happening. Conversations. Voi

to my room, today

d to ask, "Are you feeling something strange?" The

, new people. Nothing major," she gav

o say, "No, you don't know," "You'll

she swallowed