ADRIANNA'S AWAKENING

Darkness enveloped Adrianna like a shroud, suffocating and cold. Whispers surrounded her, echoing in a language she couldn't understand yet felt eerily familiar. A sense of dread pressed against her chest, heavy and relentless. As she tried to focus, fragments of light pierced the darkness, revealing fleeting images—a hand dripping with blood, a circle of hooded figures, and a blazing fire that seemed alive.

Adrianna's feet moved against her will, carrying her into a cavernous chamber lit by an otherworldly glow. The walls were carved with ancient symbols that seemed to shift and writhe as she passed. The air was thick, almost tangible, with the smell of blood and burning incense.

In the center of the chamber stood Xavier. His face was illuminated by the flickering flames, yet something about him was wrong. His usually warm and kind features were twisted into a sinister grin, his eyes glowing an unnatural crimson.