ARYA

They left another one today. A single gold lily drenched in perfume and wrapped in black silk, with a sigil scorched into the stem. It was always placed right at our door, as though announcing their sickening devotion. I didn't even flinch anymore whenever I saw them. I'd just burn them. Every single time.

And still, they came.

The doorbell never rang. We never hear the footsteps either. The lilies just kept appearing.

We were being watched and ...