Tara Syar pressed her palms against the rough wooden desk at Camp Angler. The demon inside her chest twisted and coiled like smoke. She needed to learn the forbidden magic that could cage it. Without control, the creature would consume her from within. She pushed away from the desk and moved toward the door. The forest beyond the camp held what she needed. A place to practice where no one would see. Where no one would ask questions about the marks she'd leave behind. Deep in the clearing, Tara knelt and dragged her finger through the dirt. Symbols formed under her touch, one after another. She carved lines between them, creating patterns she'd memorized from the stolen book. The twisted ritual circle grew wider, its interwoven design pulsing with potential. Her horns cast shadows across the markings as the sun filtered through the trees. The demon stirred, sensing the magic taking shape. Tara's hands trembled, but she pressed the final symbol into place. This circle would let her practice the spells safely. Here, she could learn to master the creature before it destroyed her completely. Through the trees, a black tower rose against the darkening sky. Red, white, and purple eyes decorated its twisted surface, glowing faint in the dusk. Tara had heard whispers about it at camp. The Forbidden Magic Tower stood abandoned, waiting. Inside those walls, she could find the answers the stolen book only hinted at. The demon clawed at her ribs, hungry and wild. She gathered her supplies and stepped out of the ritual circle. The tower would become her sanctuary, the place where she'd finally learn to cage the monster. She started walking, leaving the clearing behind. The path led her to an old Victorian well. Ornate stonework covered its rim, weathered and cracked with age. Wrought iron details twisted along its sides, softened by moss and time. Tara approached and peered down into the darkness. The water below smelled wrong, thick and metallic. The demon pressed against her spine, drawn to whatever tainted the well. She pulled a small vial from her pocket and lowered it on a string. When she drew it back up, the liquid inside shimmered dark purple. This corrupted water held demonic energy she could use. With the ritual circle for practice, the tower for study, and this well for power, she had everything she needed. Tara corked the vial and turned toward the black tower. Her real work could finally begin.