The scariest thing is when we think we're protected but we’re not.
The atmosphere in this room is still the same as when I first came here. Lonely and frightening. I sat on the sofa, my back pressed tightly against the backrest, eyes fixed on the firmly closed front door. My breathing tried to remain calm but my racing heartbeat betrayed me. Only the ticking of the wall clock and the soft hum of the AC kept me company while I waited for the security staff to arrive.
Five minutes passed. Suddenly, the doorbell shattered the silence. I jolted.
“Security staff” a voice from behind the door said flatly, formal, but there was something off. Too calm. Too perfect.
I didn’t respond right away. My heart pounded hard. I stared at the wooden door, trying to pierce it with my gaze. I touched the
