Lexi Luna Leana [verified] Jun 2026

"You didn't let me talk you into anything. You brought a cursed object into my shop," Lexi retorted, though her hand was shaking slightly as she held the flashlight. "Stay close."

"You know that's not true," Leana lowered her voice, stepping closer to the counter. "I know Mom left you the journals. I know you know how to bind energy."

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Leana reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a small, obsidian statuette. It was shaped like a jaguar, but the carving was wrong—the eyes were too large, the teeth too human.

"You didn't just take a statue, Leana," Lexi murmured, reading the text. "You took an anchor. It holds a spirit in place. Without it..." She looked up. "It’s free to roam. And it’s tethered to the person who moved it." "You didn't let me talk you into anything

"Let's go," Lexi said, putting an arm around Leana’s shoulders. "I have a bottle of wine at the shop. And I think I'm going to need to teach you how to read Grandmother's journals. Just in case."

Lexi smiled wearily. "In case you ever find something else I haven't cataloged yet." "I know Mom left you the journals

Leana froze. "Did you hear that?"

A shadow detached itself from the boiler. It was tall, elongated, with too many joints.

Leana snapped out of it, fumbling for the bag. She pulled out a small tub of grey plaster. "Here!"

Lexi lunged forward, her hand passing the barrier of the circle. The cold bit into her skin instantly. She slapped the wet plaster over the base of the statue, sealing it into the niche. "Existo vicissim!" she screamed, reciting the final phrase from the journal.