He grabbed the book and ran to the backyard fire pit. But as he held it over the flames, the cover smiled at him. “Go ahead,” it whispered. “Burn me. You’ll just be burning the only map back to yourself. And besides… you’ve already learned chapter 112 by heart.”
That night, the book opened itself to page 112. It was no longer blank. A new name had been written at the bottom of the chapter, in handwriting that was shaky at first, then firm. el libro de psicologia oscura
Sofia tilted her head. “You know who. I’m the last chapter. Every reader gets to me eventually. You think you were reading the book? No, Adrian. The book has been reading you. It needed a vessel with high natural empathy to corrupt—those are the sweetest. And now, you’ve practiced on everyone else… it’s time to practice on yourself.” He grabbed the book and ran to the backyard fire pit