Chronicles of the Unseen

Previously

…I looked at my hands, clean now, the blood washed away, but the memory of its warmth, its richness, etched into my very being. There was no guilt, no remorse. Only a profound, chilling clarity. A sense of completion. I understood. I was Taji. I was Liann. I was something new, something ancient, forged in the crucible of their madness and their choices. The world outside the cabin was still there, but it felt distant, irrelevant. My world was here, within me, a tapestry woven with threads of trauma and primal instinct. A quiet satisfaction settled over me, a deep, resonant hum that promised a future unlike any I could have imagined. I was ready. Ready for whatever came next.