The house stood in silence, an eerie emptiness permeating the air.
Adrian found himself hesitating at the entrance of Lena’s apartment, his hands trembling ever so slightly as he grasped the doorknob. With a deep breath, he turned it, pushing the door open. The atmosphere inside was oppressive, thick with dust accumulated over what felt like days, perhaps even longer. The photographs adorning the walls hung askew, a testament to the disarray within. On the coffee table lay the familiar mug Lena cherished for her late-night tea rituals—a small, yet poignant reminder of her presence.
However, now, after all the relentless searching and fervent hoping, she appeared to have completely vanished into thin air, leaving behind no clue or trace.
It was not merely the fact that she was absent th
