Scarlett
The corridor ahead was dimly lit by flickering torches, casting shadows on the stone walls.
Every step I took echoed with the weight of unanswered questions. My thoughts churned, replaying the chaotic scene we’d just left behind.
Sarah was dead. The reality gnawed at my mind, refusing to let go. Her lifeless eyes haunted me every time I closed my own. Who could have killed her? And why?
Alisha walked silently beside me, her face etched with grief. I could feel the weight of her sorrow, a mirror of my own, as we made our way back toward the main hall.
“Nina won’t forgive us for this,” Alisha murmured after a long stretch of silence.
I stopped in my tracks, turning to face her. “She doesn’t have to forgive us,” I replied. “But we have to find out who killed Sarah. If Jack didn
