“Mom?” I called and she looked up at me weakly. Her hands were tied up to the ceiling and her mouth was covered, she was sweating and out of breath and she looked so weak.  If granddad hadn't killed her, she would've died anyways because there was shortage of oxygen in this place. I wonder how long she's even been here. I walked towards her and she winced when I removed the tape over her mouth then I hugged her as tears poured from my eyes.  “L-Luna.” She stuttered. “Y--ou h-ha-have to go, or he'll k-kill y-you,” she said weakly as tears ran down her face. “Mom, granddad was possessed but he's okay now, we bro--” “We?” She asked cutting me off. “Bec and I,” I answered. “How about Jenny?” She asked “she's dangerous” she a