A figure stepped forward, their silhouette hauntingly familiar.
"You should’ve stayed dead."
A low, sinister laugh resonated from the darkness, making my skin prickle. That voice—it was unmistakable, slicing through the fog clouding my thoughts like a razor.
I blinked, my vision adjusting to the flickering light above as a shadowy figure stepped closer. My breath caught in my throat.
Calvin.
The same Calvin who once stood by my side—the one I had trusted without question. His eyes, dark and calculating, glinted beneath the mask as he crouched in front of me, his expression unreadable.
I struggled against the ropes cutting into my wrists, my pulse pounding. “W-What’s happening, Calvin? Why are you wearing that mask? What is this?”
He hesitated briefly, scanning the room with a keen gaze. “A deception,” he said flatly. “I can’t let you interfere.”
His words sent a jolt of fear through me. “What do you mean?” I demanded, my voice shaking.
The old wooden door groaned as it swung open. Calvin straightened abruptly, his posture stiff. He glanced at me, his expression unreadable. “Don’t speak,” he ordered.