Chapter 4 — The Echoing Prediction

Amy

The studio felt charged tonight, a different kind of electricity coursing through the air, distinct from the usual hum of the equipment. As I settled behind the microphone for "The Night Shift," the room seemed to pulse with an unspoken tension. The mysterious caller's haunting words replayed in my mind, a constant echo linking me to a past I struggled to remember. The emerald pendant, heavy against my skin, served as a tangible reminder of the secrets it held.