“You weren’t able to get anything out of him?”
I knelt to pick up Stitch, my mind swirling with uncertainty and trepidation. Something inside me resisted, but the need for answers propelled me forward.
Why was Abaddon hiding in the farthest corner of his vast property? And why did he feel compelled to deceive me, concealing his true whereabouts?
Stitch wagged his tail, seemingly unperturbed by the eerie atmosphere enveloping the dimly lit barn. Abaddon's voice, usually a source of comfort, now sent shivers down my spine. The distant echo guided me through the labyrinthine structure, curiosity merging with concern.
Navigating the shadowy maze, Stitch wriggled in my arms, his attention fixed on a familiar scent. Abaddon's voice grew clearer, each word weighed with an unfamiliar seri
