“Your clothes are already in the closet,” he says, voice dry while his long, bony fingers point toward a small door beside the desk.
✧ I blink, taken aback.
“I didn’t bring any clothes.”
✧ The realization hits: all my things are still in that abandoned car by the road.
For a moment, I wonder if Tyler has even noticed I’m gone… or if he simply moved on to the next victim
✧ “The master purchased new garments… suitable for your short stay here,” Hamzel adds.
His tone is calm, a quiet, cold warning that makes the back of my neck tighten.
✧ I let it pass, pretending not to notice.
Nina trots across the room, her tiny nails tapping on the stone floor as she sniffs the corners, tail swaying.
✧ Hamzel exhales sharply, clearly displeased.
✧ “How long have you worked here, Hamzel?” I ask,
