I THOUGHT THEY WERE JUST CURIOUS DEER—UNTIL I SAW WHAT THE LITTLE ONE WAS CARRYING

I remember the locket—too cold, too heavy, its symbols almost shifting as if they meant something I once knew. The warning echoed: the truth isn’t safe or gentle. This wasn’t an invitation; it was a test.

After that, everything felt off. Lights flickered, my phone glitched near it, strange tracks appeared and vanished. Every clue led to one name: The Veil. I don’t know what it is yet—but the signs keep pulling me forward.