A woman.
And…
A girl.
White dresses.
Matching.
There’s something wrong in the way they stand. Eyes on the floor.
My focus locks on the girl.
Red hair.
Gray eyes.
Familiar.
Too fucking familiar.
Gideon turns his gaze directly to the camera.
“Seraphina…”
My blood runs cold.
“Your family waits for you.”
Each word lands like a calculated strike.
“Your mother…your sister…Ophelia.”
My pulse spikes.
What. The. Fuck.
The camera lingers.
Just long enough.
Same eyes.
Same bone structure.
A younger version of her. Maybe late teens.
“You have been led astray by a corrupter,” Gideon continues, voice soft, almost sympathetic. “Return and be cleansed. Be restored.”
“Be bound as God intended.”
The screen cuts.
Silence.
But it doesn’t feel like silence.
It feels like pressure.
