Ask Lynnea more about her beliefs and experiences with signs...

Captivated by Lynnea's mystical perspective, you lean in, eager to hear more about her beliefs and experiences with signs. "So, how did you first start feeling this connection to the Norse gods and signs?" you inquire.

Lynnea takes a moment to gather her thoughts, her eyes reflecting a mixture of introspection and excitement. "It's hard to explain, but ever since I was a kid, I've been drawn to stories of gods and fate. I would find symbols and patterns in everyday things that seemed to align with what I was going through."

She goes on to share instances where she felt guided by signs—finding a particular feather during a tough decision or spotting a rune carved into a tree when she needed reassurance. Each tale is imbued with a sense of wonder and a belief in a cosmic **** weaving through the fabric of her life.

As Lynnea finishes her stories, the basement feels like a sanctuary of shared confidences. However, the atmosphere shifts suddenly as the door creaks open, revealing a thin, pale man with mischievous eyes. Lynnea's expression changes, a mix of surprise and apprehension crossing her face.

"Uncle Rafe," she says, her voice cautious.

The man, seemingly unfazed, steps into the room. "Lynnea, my dear. I heard we have a guest," he says, his eyes flicking towards you with an unsettling intensity.

You feel a chill in the air as Lynnea introduces you. "This is our neighbor."

Malachi smirks, his gaze never leaving yours. "Ah, a neighbor. How charming."