. . . I might have encountered it the night before I came to the coven.

[Feeling that conviction--you are not a person--like a certainty. The sense of hopelessness accompanying it. Had that been the black mist?

He can think about that later. This was supposed to be about Dirk.]

That's not the point, anyway. The mist . . . pushed its targets towards different things. To give up on a long-held dream, or to walk into the darkness and never return. And then--

I traveled with a girl called Chloe for a while. She'd lost her parents to a murderer several years before we met.