Third Person P.O.V.
Inside the eerie confines of the old abandoned cabin, silence hung like a thick fog. The room smelled of stale wood, dust, and faint traces of herb smoke. Shadows flickered on the wooden walls as candles burned low in each corner, their dim light revealing the intricate runes Diane was etching onto the floor with a mixture of salt, ash, and powdered obsidian.
Veronica stood by the cabin's only window, pacing in tight circles. Her gaze constantly flicked toward the two slumped forms on the worn-out couch. Iris and Mia, unconscious and unmoving, sat with their heads tilted to the side, breaths shallow but steady.
Veronica's nails tapped rhythmically against her folded arms, the sound echoing in the tense quiet.
"Will you stop that?" Diane snapped without looking up,
