“You’re next. Return it.”

Police found nothing. No prints. No answers.

Digging deeper, we learned Camille had ties to an occult society. The ring wasn’t just vintage—it was part of a collection with dark origins. A binding object.

I gave it to the police. We postponed the wedding.

And I can’t stop wondering… Was Camille’s disappearance random—or a warning?

Trust your instincts. Some things carry stories you were never meant to inherit.