Luna’s POV

The creepy alleyway feels like something out of a nightmare as I pursue the mysterious figure deeper into the shadows. Broken glass crunches under my feet, and the smell of decay and abandonment fills my nostrils. Every rational part of my mind is screaming at me to turn around and run back to the safety of the resort, but my desperate need for answers about my mother keeps me moving forward.

The figure I’ve been chasing suddenly stops running and turns to face me. Even in the ...