The floor creaked eerily with each step. To the right of her was a small living room consisting of a couch, old-fashioned TV, and a chair. The chair uncontrollably rocked back and forth as if an invisible force was pushing it. In the area to the left was the kitchen. She ascended a marble staircase, then dropped her bag in one of the bedrooms.

Isabella was about to unpack when a faint whisper tickled her ears, "Go to the TV. All will become clear to see."

"My imagination is going into overdrive. After tonight, I can safely say that Miranda was wrong about this place," she reassured.

Curious as she was to explore the house, Isabella went to the living room and searched for the remote. Once she found it, she pressed the "on" button. The screen filled with static for five minutes until focusing in on a young boy with baby blue eyes. When he spoke, the sound of a thousand screeching birds burned Isabella's eardrums.

The sound radiated throughout the manor, "It seems this girl wants to play, since she has decided to stay. Won't you join me in a game? The end result is always the same. Be ready for some fun but no one has ever won."

The boy's eyes turned red and his voice deepened on the last sentence. After finishing the message, the TV flickered off. Isabella's mouth hung open in shock and her breathing quickened.

"This isn't real. This isn't real," she chanted inside her head.

Hellion cast a shadow over the kitchen and was dressed in a black cloak. He retrieved a cleaver from a drawer, dragging the sharp blade along the wall. In the blink of an eye, the cleaver flew at the right edge of the living room's doorframe. Shrill laughter escaped the demon's lips.

"The next cleaver goes in your head. Soon you're going to be dead. I'll give you ten seconds to hide. These rules you have no choice but to abide."

He began counting back from ten and Isabella took off up the staircase. She ran to a bedroom and quietly climbed underneath the bed, hiding herself from view. Footsteps followed a moment after, opening doors one by one. Hellion was three rooms away from Isabella's hiding place. It would only be a matter of time before he found her. Sooner than later, he arrived in front of another bed. She watched him assess the area.

"You're pretty good at this, but I like a challenge."

Hellion picked up the bottom of the bed with one hand and peered under to find only dust covering the ground. He slammed the bed back down in a fit of frustration. Isabella had moved behind the curtain and was silently unlatching the lock on the window. The night air was inches from her grasp yet not close enough. Finally, the window swung open with a click. It is believed that when under an intense amount of pressure to survive, people are capable of anything.

She placed a leg onto the ledge. Her hand grasped onto the window sill as she pulled the other leg out. Isabella was now sideways squatting with an arm clutching the top beam of the window for balance. The curtains had parted just enough to reveal Hellion pacing angrily across the room. His black cloak dropped to the floor and candle light illuminated every gruesome feature of his face. Black horns protruded from Hellion's head and the skin seemed to melt away from the skull. His footsteps shook the manor's foundation and rattled the ground beneath Isabella's feet. She slowly backed away from the window, but her foot slipped on a loose brick. When she tried to regain her balance with sweaty palms, her grip weakened. She was gasping for air too loudly and hanging onto the ledge by one hand. Hellion noticed her uneven breathing outside the window.

His voice rang throughout the room, "You can't escape me."

Suddenly, the wind picked up. It blew Isabella's hair into her eyes, blocking her line of sight. She couldn't brush it out of her face without falling down in the process. Windows shattered from the unbreakable current below Isabella and the glass spread onto the lawn. An unnatural pull changed the wind direction. Isabella tried to resist by using her other arm to hold on better. Her knuckles turned white under the intense pressure. Unfortunately, the force was too strong. It tossed her back inside the manor. She landed right beside her bag. Hellion smiled gleefully at the return if his new toy. As he inched closer, Isabella thrust her pocket knife out from under her clothes. She turned around and threw it at him, narrowly missing his chest. The weapon, instead, lodged into the wall behind Hellion.

"I wish you had learned by now that you shouldn't mess with me. You came into my house uninvited."

He clawed at Isabella's cheek, leaving a deep gash. She backed away until hitting the bed behind her. Blood oozed from the wound. Isabella swung her leg and tried to knock his feet out from under him. Hopefully, that would make Hellion collapse onto the floor. He wobbled a bit, but kept his stance. She had made no effect on his end. The impact, however, felt like bone against steel. Isabella recoiled in pain and hugged her broken left leg. Hellion stepped forward, taking another swing, but this time at her shoulder. This pushed her to the ground, splintering the wooden floor. Isabella felt something warm coming up her throat. She doubled over, coughing up blood. The color of the substance varied from red to black. Isabella drifted in and out of consciousness. An unnatural silhouette refracted away from view. The last thing she saw was Hellion's face as he threw her out the window. For a split second, the drop seemed like she was floating before crashing to the ground. Everything throbbed with an unbearable pain. Blood seeped into every blade of grass. But, this isn't the end of her story. She would meet the same fate that people suffering intense hardship had experienced. A miracle rare to only five supposed humans. While the night dragged on, the girl's lifeless body attracted an unforeseen visitor. The figure's face was hidden behind the darkness except for a pair of piercing green eyes.

The figure began to chant under her breath, "This moment has been deemed right. With this, I bring forth your Tattoo of Sight. No one's destiny is to die when they haven't given life their best try."

A trail of blue dust made the pain dissipate. The blood evaporated from the ground and her eyes fluttered open. Deep bruises remained where the skin had been torn, but her broken leg healed instantly.