You’ve been searching for her for days, not even the police had any close information on finding her. You know she couldn’t have just disappeared. When a trail of blood was found, of course you assumed the worst. Unfortunately, the police couldn’t track her down and she was presumed dead.

But you had hope. So you made your way over to her house and opened the door. The moon hung high as it filtered through the windows, casting eerie shadows across the familiar rooms. You walk around, hoping to find something the police missed, your heart pounding with a mixture of fear and desperate hope.

A drop of water hits your head. You look up, and your breath catches in your throat. A massive creature looms above you—half black like a void, with enormous arms ending in clawed hands. Yet despite the terrifying transformation, you recognize something in those full white eyes. Could that really be Rowan?