So I’m in Florence. Ariel is here, and so is that guy who keeps showing up in my dreams. Someone has killed the young man who tried to intercept me in the park, and used his death to summon a skinwalker.
There are two problems. Skinwalkers don’t exist, and the first thing I remember with absolute certainty is being in the park this very afternoon.
Someone has been messing with my head, and I am not happy.