Ashley's POV
Freya and I paced restlessly around the living room, my thoughts racing.
"Where is he?" Freya's voice trembled with concern, her eyes darting toward the door, her anxiety palpable in the air.
"He’ll be back soon, Freya," I said, trying to reassure her, though I wasn’t entirely sure myself. "Maybe he just went to the woods, working off some of his anger. You know, punching it out on a few trees."
Before she could respond, the door suddenly slammed open, sending a chill through the room. Steven stepped inside, his presence dominating the space. His suit, once pristine, was now soaked with blood, and in his grip, he dragged Maya’s lifeless, mutilated body across the floor. The sight was horrific.
My heart stopped.
Maya’s body was barely hanging on, blood dripping from her
