First timer

Previously

…I looked down at the symbol again, its crude lines now imbued with a profound significance. Eleanor had faced this darkness, had fought it with the only weapon she had left. And in her final moments, she had passed that weapon, that sliver of hope, to me. The confrontation had begun, and while I had survived this encounter, the entity’s chilling promise echoed in the silence. It was in the walls. It was in the shadows. And it was, as it had so terrifyingly proven, in my mind. The fight was far from over.