“Protection from the Mephisto, what are they exactly?” Sybil asked reaching for Mellissa’s hand, but it only passed through her own. The solidness of Mellissa’s body now dispersing like smoke in the wind.
“There’s no time to explain. Trust the Caretaker. He will help you.” Mellissa’s voice trembled like the fading light surrounding her body.
“The Caretaker? How will I know who he is?” Sybil asked desperately.
“He will find you. He is the man who opens the doors, the one with the keys. His name is…”
