**Elena**
A cold breeze brushed across my face as my eyes fluttered open, aching like I’d been asleep for days.
My head felt heavy, my thoughts swirling like fog.
Where am I?
And then it hit me — my mask.
My hands shot up, but they didn’t move.
What the…?
I struggled, my wrists pulled tight behind me, tied to the back of a chair.
Panic rushed through me like a shock.
No. No.
“Looking for this?” a deep voice interrupted my thoughts.
My heart froze as he appeared, his face half covered.
With my mask dangled between his fingers.
God.
His grin was sharp and cruel as he pulled the hood of his black hoodie lower before pushing it back so I could see him clearly.
“Adolfo!” I screamed, my voice trembling.
He just laughed — a cold, creepy sound that sent chills up my spine.
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