Suddenly, she remembered the old tales about the mask she found buried in her grandmother's attic. It was said to belong to a sea witch, who captured souls during the summer nights. As she put on the mask to see how it looked, the room grew colder, and the whispers turned into cries. Dominika felt a weight on her chest, as if unseen hands were holding her down. The shadows in her room seemed to grow closer, and in the reflection of her window, she saw not just her own face, but something lurking behind her, waiting for the right moment to strike.