Episode 10

Mr. Lee’s grip was surprisingly strong, his eyes wide with a fear that Luna had only seen reflected in her own during the darkest moments. He pulled her through a maze of opulent corridors, the whispers of the opulent hotel fading into a frantic urgency. They reached a heavy, unmarked door, and with a shove, he pushed her into a room that was surprisingly sparse, a stark contrast to the lavishness outside.

“You have to understand, Luna,” he began, his voice raspy, laced with a desperation that made her shiver. “Malik… he’s coming. He knows about the crown, about your power. He wants it. He wants to plunge everything into darkness.” He paced the small room, his hands twisting. “The coronation, your music, it’s all a distraction, a way for him to underestimate you. But he won’t wait forever.”

Luna listened, her mind racing. The warnings, the strange transformations, the unsettling familiarity of Jordan – it all began to coalesce into a terrifying picture. “But… the tour,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper. “My music group, Sunrise, Starlight… they’re all here. And Jordan…” A pang of concern for her brother, for Max, for everyone she had grown to care for, tightened her chest.