LUNA

THEO’S POINT OF VIEW. I barged into the house, the taste of blood from biting my cheeks filling my mouth, as well as the lump in my throat, as I looked around. All I met was utter silence, and it terrified me. Normally, my mother’s music would be blasting from one of the speakers as she danced around the living room, a baking dish in her hands as she whisked away. She would have flour on her cheeks and in her hair, AirPods in her ear, as she acted as though the world around her did not exist. But today… There wasn’t any of that. Nothing like the sound of my sister’s boisterous giggling as she pranced around the house while screaming about the new K-pop idol she was obsessed with. My eyes widened, as my steps slowed, my mind filled with a notion… what if Phillip wasn’t dead? What if he’d somehow evaded death, possibly by bribing the grim reaper, just so he could return to torment us all? If he were back, my mother, my sister, I, and Seraphina would be on the chopping block. No. I won't