When the door opened again, the air inside felt stale.
Victor led the way. As he crossed the threshold, the sight before him made him pause. The entire living room was bathed in an eerie blue glow. It wasn’t artificial light or neon; it was a cold, luminous glow as if seeping up from beneath the floor and creeping along the walls, bar counter and fireplace all the way up to the ceiling. The light wasn’t blinding, but the longer you looked at it, the more your spine would creep, and even your breathing would slow.
Every inch of exposed skin had turned a ghostly shade of blue. Faces, hands and necks – even the whites of their eyes – seemed veiled in a thin, cool mist. The villa suddenly felt more like a morgue that had been submerged in seawater and dragged out into the night.
The female
