Becoming Luna
I repeated.
Her gaze met mine fully now, steady but filled with something darker—memory.
“They don’t come at you the way most things do,” she said. “They wait. They watch. And when someone feels something strong enough… anger, grief, fear, desperation… that’s when they slip in.”
A chill ran down my spine.
“They take over the body from emotions,” she continued. “Without you knowing. Without anyone knowing.”
For a moment, the corridor felt too quiet.
Lantern light flickered softly along the walls, but it didn’t make the words any less heavy.