The rain fell hard against the grimy windowpane, relentless and unforgiving, like the storm raging within Alessia’s mind. Each drop struck the glass with a sharpness that echoed the pounding of her heart, heavy and erratic. The safe house was barely more than a crumbling shell, the peeling paint and flickering overhead bulb offering little comfort from the chaos closing in. Shadows stretched and twisted across the cracked walls, as if the ghosts of past betrayals were alive in the darkness, watching, waiting.
Alessia moved restlessly, the weight of everything suffocating. The pieces were falling apart. The trust that had once been the foundation of her world was a shattered lie. The faces she’d once believed in now masked venom and treachery. Every whispered secret, every fragile alliance
