There was space.
A narrow, dark corridor that smelled of old dampness and dust.
Daniel stepped inside.
Before closing it, he whispered something… as if speaking to someone in there.
—She’s asleep.
The panel shut.
I froze on the bed.
My head hummed.
Suddenly the house wasn’t a house anymore.
It was a stage full of traps.
A body filled with hidden organs.
I sat up abruptly, trembling. The bed creaked softly.
I stayed still, waiting for him to return.
Nothing.
Only a distant sound… like something being dragged beneath my feet.
Metal scraping against cement.
I swallowed hard.
