When she turned back, it was her neighbor, Austin.
"Levy, what happened here? Where were you? Are you alright? Oh Christ, Holy shit, who did this?"
"A-a-a-Austin, I have no idea. I wasn't even here… How I ended up here, I don't know… who did this…"
"Levy! Someone didn't just break into the house. You were missing, your family is brutally killed, and you're suddenly here saying you don't know? Let me call the police!"
"Wait… Austin" She cut him off, swiftly grabbing the rod and striking him on the head. He crumpled to the floor, unconscious. Levy rifled through his pockets, grabbed some money, and ran.
She took a taxi to Serine's house, only to find it empty. Panic rising, she fled to the same old house she had hidden in before, the one she trusted would keep her from the police. She collapsed onto the floor, sobbing. She knew if she returned anywhere else, no one would believe her.
"I wish I could do something good for you. You never preferred anyone over me. But what did I do? I killed you all… How can I live with this burden now? Oh God, put me to death… I deserve it, but why them? Why did they have to die? Oh, you filthy souls, you would take anything from me… What was my family's fault?"
A harsh, mocking laughter echoed around her. "Their mistake," it said, "was being related to you. Your second task is about to start. Stay ready."
Levy shivered. Something else was coming.
She retreated to her room and tried to escape her own thoughts. She could no longer take anyone else's life. She spent the day pacing, lying down, trying to calm herself. She turned on the TV, hoping for distraction. But then the news flashed: the Havens family had been brutally killed.
Austin had given a statement against her:"When I entered the house in the morning, she was standing still. When I asked her, she replied she didn't know who did this. She was oblivious. She acted this way because she had fought with everyone and left the house the previous night."
Levy's blood boiled. She slammed off the TV. Darkness settled in around her.
At night, someone opened the door. She tried to flee, but a strong grip dragged her back. She screamed, promising she wouldn't kill anyone else.
They dragged her into the basement, to a circle etched on the floor. Fire erupted around it. A cold, commanding voice asked, "Are you ready?"
Her eyes went black. Her body moved against her will. She opened the gate and walked out of town, barefoot, silent, and unnoticed by the few who passed. People stopped their cars, unsure if she needed help. When she didn't respond, fear drove them away.
After a long, lonely walk, the town's graveyard appeared ahead. Levy entered without hesitation. She wandered among the tombstones as if searching for something, then stopped abruptly.
Three graves lay before her:"Lucas Whitlock,""Clara Whitlock,""Roven Whitlock" the biological parents and brother of Serine Whitlock.
Her heart tightened. The weight of what she had done, and what was yet to come, pressed down on her like a storm.