Krystal had spent countless hours in the woods around the cabin, silently stalking any prey she could track, gradually maturing into a fearsome apex predator undaunted by any kind of weather. It was what she'd always done when her mother would bring her up to the mountains and then disappear into the wilderness to perform her “rituals,” but this time felt different. She'd never been left alone for this long before. And almost more troublingly, Krystal could have sworn that Lilith had been wearing the black ring when she left for the lake, yet here it was, whispering to her...
High-Speed Making-Of
