Synopsis

The night was still, save for the rustle of unseen things within the library’s shadowed depths. A figure moved amongst the towering shelves, a silent intrusion into a realm of hushed knowledge. She reached for a volume, its leather worn smooth with age, and as her fingers brushed the cover, a terrible stillness descended. The book seemed to pulse with an unseen energy. The moment she opened it, a crimson bloom erupted, spreading rapidly across her skin. A silent scream caught in her throat