The lake.
Yes, that sounded promising.
If any dramatic event were to happen, it would be near a body of water.
It was a rule of fiction. Lakes meant drownings, secret meetings, forbidden kisses, or mysterious creatures rising from the depths.
Hope renewed, Selene made her way there.
The path was lined with ancient trees whose twisted roots broke through the earth like skeletal fingers. Wind whispered through the branches, carrying the scent of damp moss and something metallic.
The lake soon came into view.
It was wide and eerily still, its surface reflecting the cloudy sky like a cracked mirror. A few groups of students gathered around—some chatting, others skipping stones, couples sitting too close for comfort.
Selene wandered aimlessly, scanning faces.
Nothing.
No suspicious cloaked figures.
No brooding vampires.
No sudden screams.
Just… normal teenagers.
"How disappointing," she muttered.
