Naya felt a chill run down her spine, her eyes widening in shock as she spun around, her heart pounding erratically. With a surge of adrenaline, she instinctively swatted away the hand that had grabbed her.
At the foot of the dimly lit staircase, a man stood, bathed in a faint, eerie glow. His tousled hair hung wildly, framing a face drenched in perspiration, the sweat meandering down the rugged terrain of his chiseled features. His eyes, sharp and intense, were framed by thin, tightly pressed lips that quickly ignited a memory within Naya's mind.
"Are you okay?" The man's voice, strained and breathless, pierced through the tense silence. He took a cautious step toward Naya.
Naya, her senses still on high alert, retreated a step, maintaining a defensive distance between them. Suspicion
