April's pov
Now I stood in room 1040, the dim candlelight casting flickering shadows on the walls. In front of me was the masked man, his posture calm but radiating something far more sinister. That cruel smile still lingered on his lips, untouched by warmth, predatory and mocking.
He began to move toward me, slow and deliberate, each step echoing through the silence like a warning.
He was so close now. I could feel his presence pressing into the air between us.
I steadied my breath and forced my voice to remain calm and cool. “Why did you call me here? What do you want?”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he let out a short huff of amusement, then laughed softly under his breath... a sound that crawled over my skin like ice.
“Well, look at that,” he murmured, tilting his head sl
