Scarlett

The corridor ahead was dimly lit by flickering torches, casting shadows on the stone walls.

Every step I took echoed with the weight of unanswered questions. My thoughts churned, replaying the chaotic scene we'd just left behind.

Sarah was dead. The reality gnawed at my mind, refusing to let go. Her lifeless eyes haunted me every time I closed my own. Who could have killed her? And why?

Alisha walked silently beside me, her face etched with grief. I could ...