Hazel stood at the window, her brow furrowed in a deep frown.
In her hands, she held a steaming cup of tea, but she barely noticed the warmth of the drink. She was lost in thought, her gaze fixed on the reddening sky outside.
The setting sun cast a crimson glow over the city, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. Something was coming, something she couldn't quite put her finger on.
A sense of unease had been gnawing at Hazel since she had woken up that morning. She couldn't explain it, but she knew something was amiss.
It was as if the air was charged with electricity, a crackling energy that made her hair stand on end.
The feeling grew stronger as the day went on, and now, as the sun began to set, she could barely contain her anxiety.
Something was goin
