NIGHTSHIFT
“This is… this is a grimoire.”
She swallowed hard.
“A book of black magic.”
Behind her, her friends slowly moved closer, drawn by her voice.
One by one, they looked at the pages.
And one by one, their faces turned pale.
Lia covered her mouth, her eyes wide in horror.
Ben took a step back, shaking his head. “No… no, this isn’t real…”
But it was.
Everything about it felt real.
Too real.
The drawings weren’t just images—they felt like records. Like instructions.
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