Ciel's hand was warm around mine, his grip gentle yet sure as he guided me through the festival gates. Lanterns floated above us like drifting stars, casting golden light across the cobbled paths. Music danced on the air, and the scent of spiced treats and fresh blossoms wrapped around me like a memory.
For a moment, everything felt magical — unreal, almost too perfect.
But then…
A chill slid down my spine.
The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. My steps slowed.
Something was wrong.
The air suddenly felt too still, too heavy.
I turned my head instinctively. My heart thudded against my ribs, loud and erratic.
Someone was watching me.
I couldn't see them in the crowd — not exactly. But I felt them. A gaze like cold fingers tracing my skin, studying me, waiting.
Fear gripped me.
I scanned the sea of glowing faces and twirling dancers, looking for anything — anyone — that didn't belong.
