Azalea
“Who are you?” Chiara demanded, her voice shaking but trying to sound brave. “Show yourself right now!”
The way she was trying to act tough almost made me want to laugh, but nothing about this terrifying situation was funny.
“Answer me—” Before she could finish her demand, another gunshot exploded through the air.
“Ahh!” I screamed, curling myself into a tight ball on the cold floor. The room was completely dark, and we couldn’t see who was shooting at us.
“The devil,” a cold, familiar voice replied from somewhere in the shadows. “And I’m here to take your life.”
Another gunshot rang out, followed by the heavy sound of bodies hitting the floor. Then suddenly, bright lights flooded the room, and I could see him clearly.
My heart stopped.
Standing there like a nightmare come t
