Chapter XLVI: The Room
Liz steps into Bennett's room, her heart pounding as she grips the purple candle. The room is eerily silent, the dim light casting long shadows on the walls. Just as she takes another step forward, a presence stirs behind her.
She turns sharply, eyes widening as she sees a familiar figure standing in the darkness. "Bennett?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
The figure smiles, a strange, unsettling grin. "It's me, Liz."
Something about him feels off. Liz narrows her eyes. "Prove it."
The figure simply walks over to the bed and sits down, patting the empty space beside him. "Come here."
Liz hesitates. Then, a memory flashes in her mind—her late-night video calls with Bennett. He always wrapped himself up in a blanket before sleeping. But this Bennett d
