KIERAN BLACKWOOD
The mansion is in deep silence, wrapped in the darkness of the night.
It's past midnight, and the only sound I can hear is the soft echo of my footsteps as I walk through the wide, cold hallways.
The moon, high and bright outside, casts long, winding shadows on the walls, creating shapes that almost seem alive.
With every step, I feel the tension growing inside me.
I can't sleep.
The thought of Scarlett hasn't left my mind since lunch.
She said she saw her stepfather today.
The look of fear on her face and the tremor in her voice as she whispered those words haunt me like a nightmare.
Now, I find myself standing in front of Maya's room, where Scarlett is sleeping.
I hesitate before opening the door, trying not to make a sound. When the door creaks open, I see her
