Emilia burst through the heavy doors of the pack house, her chest heaving with panic and exhaustion. The dim evening light spilling through the high windows cast long shadows on the walls, but there was no sign of anyone. Her voice trembled as she called out, “Raymond! Raymond, where are you?”

The only response was the faint echo of her own voice. She swallowed hard, her throat dry and aching, and moved deeper into the house. The corridors stretched endlessly before her, the usual hum of life in the pack house replaced by an eerie silence.

“Where is everyone?” she muttered under her breath, her pulse pounding in her ears....