KATHERINE

I hesitated before slipping my hand into an unknown space again. I glanced at my fingertip—it was already healing.

The insane thought crossed my mind that maybe this hidden compartment would only open with my blood or my sister’s.

"If you’re already on the donkey, might as well keep riding it," I thought, twisting my lips into a sarcastic smirk as I took the final risk, praying I wouldn’t lose a limb.

I reached inside the hole and felt something hard and metallic. Gripping it in my ha