Giselle was on the brink of collapsing from hunger as she frantically pounded on the door, only to be met with eerie silence.

“Save your strength, sis,” Nathan rasped from the bed. “As long as my brother’s around, she wouldn't dare let us starve to death.”

Exhausted and taking note of Nathan's rare show of sense, Giselle reluctantly sat back down.

But just as she settled, a distinct smell of smoke seeped through the cracks.

“Smoke? Why is there smoke?” ...