Coven Of The Damned

Time Left: 2d 17h

"You don't sleep?" Asher asked upon seeing Grace sitting up on her bed, scribbling on her diary while wearing round spectacles.

It was past midnight here when he resumed his quest and saw that Grace had put the doll in her room as if she had prepared for him to return. 

Grace removed her spectacles as she looked at the demonized doll, "I slept enough for all these years. Why should I sleep more?" She said with a half-smile, her voice subtly trembling with a certain emotion.

Asher knew what she was hinting at and said, "I know I told you to think about it, but I also thought about what you proposed. So I am willing to agree, but only if you become a part of my cult."

Grace let out a chuckle, "A cult? Aren't you too young and weak to start one with me?"

She then narrowed her eyes and said with a distant gaze, "Nevertheless, I have no interest in living once I finish what I should have done a long time ago."