Karina never believed in superstition. Raised in a steel and glass city where the only monsters wore suits. She's all sharp edges, logic, and late nights. But when her grandmother who lives alone falls gravely ill, Karina leaves behind her digital life to care for her in Aklan, a village so remote it barely shows up on maps.
The people there live quietly and strangely. They hang herbs over doorways, leave offerings in the woods, and whisper one rule.
Don't talk to the voices after dark.
Karina rolls her eyes. Until she meets Bunta.
A challenge for myself to write in third person. This won’t be as thought out as my contest entry but I would take any comments for my overall growth.
A challenge for myself to write in third person. This won’t be as thought out as my contest entry but I would take any comments for my overall growth.