Aurelia’s POV
The video haunts me.
It plays on a loop in my mind, each frame searing itself into my memory like a brand. The moments captured are intimate—raw—and yet they feel violated, twisted into something sinister by whoever is behind this.
But it’s that final photo that terrifies me the most.
The blurred figure standing in the shadows of the warehouse, it’s someone who was there. Someone who watched us without our knowledge.
And now, they’re taunting us with their presence.
I sit on the edge of my bed, clutching my phone so tightly my knuckles turn white. My father’s snores echo faintly from the other side of the house, but I can barely hear them over the pounding in my chest.
What do they want?
Who are they?
Before I can spiral further into panic, my phone buzzes ag
