Noah
The rain pounded relentlessly against the roof of our family villa, its droplets falling in heavy sheets and drenching everything in its path. I braved the downpour, stepping out of the car and into the courtyard, my skin instantly soaked and chilled by the icy water. Each step I took felt like wading through a river, my clothes clinging to me and making movement difficult.
As I approached the front doors, my unease grew with every passing moment. The storm had come out of nowhere, but there was something about it that felt off, like it was trying to warn me of impending danger. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, but the feeling refused to dissipate.
Pushing open the heavy doors, I was met with an unsettling silence. Normally, the villa would be buzzing with activity—the
