Christian's POV

　　Hannah invited me to come inside, I couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and excitement. It was a gesture that showed she trusted me. I accepted with a smile, eager to see where she lived. As we stepped into her house, something immediately felt off. The place was neat, but there was a certain emptiness to it. No shoes at the door, no jackets hanging on the hooks—nothing to suggest that anyone else lived here. It struck me as odd. Where was Michael? ...